Arc 2, Chapter 69 — Pop Quiz!
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The atmosphere was suffocating, so thick with unease like the moments before a storm.
The ball was set, and the atmosphere was struggling. Yet no one paused, running their hands feverishly across the papers with ultimate focus.
Their task was clear and failure was definitely not an option.
Winhest cut through the silence the instant they were told to start. "You have just 10 minutes."
'Just 10 minutes?'
This thought jerked in the subconscious of many who now leaned in so close they almost kissed their sheets.
Levon felt he had never drawn so fast in his life. His eyes were like cameras, zooming in and zooming out of everything he sketched.
At times, he closed his eyes, allowing his mind to race back to a particular Ghoul type he encountered on multiple Night Drills.
His memory was still vivid.
