"Impossible… How is Nysera still standing there, completely unharmed?"
Margaret froze, covering her mouth with her left hand.
Miya's attack had been powerful and terrifying. It was high-level magic—no matter how strong Nysera was, surviving without a single injury seemed impossible.
Yet the reality before her shattered every expectation. Nysera had endured it, unscathed.
Merlin simply smiled, saying nothing. He had anticipated this.
Although Nysera didn't appear in the novel and Merlin knew nothing about her, he could sense her extraordinary potential.
The young dragon was strong—stronger than most first-wave students.
Perhaps only Catrine could rival her among the new students taking this test.
"You're strong, Miya! But that's all! Now it's my turn," Nysera said with a grin.
She stomped her right foot on the ground. Instantly, the arena floor cracked and shattered.
Nysera placed her right fist on her waist while extending her left fist forward.
