Chapter 358: Beasts, Blood, and the Cost of Survival
Garron's final words still hung in the air when movement rippled through the gathered trainees.
They broke formation in an orderly flow, boots crunching against snow-dusted ground as they filed past the gates and into the open clearing just beyond the pack's boundary. The forest loomed ahead—dark, vast, patient—but for now, attention shifted to the tall wooden board mounted between two carved posts.
The postings.
Sophia slowed with the rest of her team, eyes lifting to scan the neatly arranged list burned into the wood. Names and descriptions. Sketches too, for visual reference, and point values etched beside them in bold strokes.
This was the scale by which they would be judged.
This was what would decide who moved forward—and who stayed behind.
A cold breeze passed through, tugging at cloaks and hair as trainees leaned closer, murmuring quietly as they read.
At the top of the list were the lowest-tier beasts.
