Zane walked across the vast weaponry hall, running his hands along the rows of metallic shelves. One by one, he tried pulling the weapons free.
Not a single one budged.
Hours passed, and frustration filled the air. One student after another gave up, sighing in defeat before heading toward the door leading to the fifth floor. Eventually, all fifteen of them gathered at the door, determined to move on.
The moment one of them touched it, the entire door flared with multicolored sigils.
Boom!
The student was blasted across the hall.
Shock rippled through the group. They tried everything—hammering the door with skills, slamming their strongest attacks against it—but nothing worked.
At last, everyone realized it was impossible to force their way through.
Some even whispered about retreating. But when they noticed Zane still lingering in the hall, calm and composed, they hesitated. Against their better judgment, they chose to wait.
