'This ceremonial hall is your Haven. Once you step out, you will find yourself in the middle of the assessment.' Those were her words—and only now did the students understand what she meant.
"Where in the world are we?" Anna whispered, staring blankly into the void around them.
It wasn't just her. Every single one of them stood frozen, equally bewildered, squinting into a world swallowed by darkness.
A thick, choking smog devoured everything in sight. They could barely make out their own hands, let alone where they were stepping.
"Stick closer! Emma, keep a hold of the child," Kevin called out, tension cracking through his usually steady voice.
William's brows tightened as he concentrated, the mental noise pressing in from all sides—dozens of thoughts buzzing like insects in the haze.
"We're surrounded," he warned.
Lextor clicked his tongue. "How are we supposed to fight when we can't even see each other?"
