The bloody sky of the Golden Pig Trial World finally began to fracture. The artificial crimson atmosphere shattered like brittle glass, replaced by the cool, calming blue light of the Zenith Empire's administrative system.
Down in the muddy, monster infested trenches,
Zenos collapsed onto his knees, his broadsword slipping from his exhausted grip. His Vanguard armor was dented, scorched, and covered in the dark, viscous blood of a dozen different illusionary beasts. His lungs burned, grasping for oxygen, but a triumphant grin stretched across his bruised face.
[ System Alert: Trial Concluded. ]
[ Surviving Candidates: 90 ]
A few meters away, the massive veteran beastkin, Theron, planted his heavy battleaxe into the shattered earth.
He had fought continuously for twenty four hours, acting as an unbreakable juggernaut, drawing the aggression of the highest tier guardian bosses so the younger candidates could survive.
