Alden's vision soon cleared up as the white room was gone now.
In its place, a massive battlefield was before him.
The battlefield was filled with many corpses, and Alden could smell a faint metallic scent in the air.
The academy wanted to give the students a look at how it feels on the battlefield.
A weak-hearted student might just puke looking at the scenery.
Many corpses were sprawled on the ground, with some even rotted, and a pungent smell was present in the air.
Even Alden was feeling a bit nauseous.
Everything felt too real, as if it were reality.
He was currently alone, as his opponent was not present yet.
The air was eerily still.
Soon enough a translucent blue notification appeared in front of him.
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[Match Start Countdown: 3… 2… 1…]
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Across the arena, Bran Hayworth materialised.
The guy looked like a pack of bones.
He looked as if he would fly away with a single gust of the wind.
His weapon?
A sleek black rapier.
