Blinding crimson brilliance surged across the proving ground as the reactionary counter-shock from the dragon core hurled the watching applicants against the masonry walls.
Guildmaster Allen observed the catastrophic resonance from the elevated gallery without shifting his posture, even as a jagged fissure splintered the flagstones beneath Elise's feet.
'A sound theoretical maneuver on paper,' Allen evaluated internally, tracking the violent mana feedback cementing all three combatants to the crystalline facets.
'Executing a tripartite synchronized strike against a static vibrational frequency represents an advanced tactic favored by elite high-Rankers.'
Standard low-tier cores functioned merely as dormant reserves of crystallized ether, conditioning generations of hunters to treat them as inert fuel cells while disregarding the residual consciousness within.
'Yet they treated the relic as unthinking mineral,' Allen reflected as the ambient thermal distortion intensified.
