Icarus's voice cut through the field.
"In order to enter this training center, you must survive for one minute against a group of five A rank giants."
Damian's eyes narrowed immediately.
'There has to be a catch.'
His gaze swept across the assembled candidates, cataloging what his instincts were screaming at him.
Everyone here was at peak A+ rank.
The Aura radiating from their bodies made that clear, dense and controlled in ways that only came from years of pushing against the rank barrier.
'Their physical stats are all at the limit... around 800 minimum.'
Some of them felt even stronger, their presence carrying weight that suggested they'd broken past the theoretical ceiling.
'Even if they can't kill five giants alone, surviving one minute should still be easy for awakeners at this level...'
Icarus's cold eyes found Damian's face, reading the calculation there.
