The four directors were watching everything.
High above the hunting grounds, dozens of floating projections shifted one after another, each one showing a different section of the test area. Some students were fighting in groups. Some had already cornered wounded prey. Others were running because they had aimed higher than they should have. Among those projections, one image began to draw more attention than the others.
Trafalgar and Bartholomew.
Selara adjusted her glasses slightly, amused already. "Oh? That one is interesting."
Eryndor folded his arms. Althea said nothing, but her attention remained on the same image. Kaelen stood at the front with the same cold posture as before, though his eyes lingered there a moment longer than necessary.
The projection showed Bartholomew standing before a serpent nearly eight meters long, its body wrapped in jagged rock growths, its broad head lifted above the thinning forest line like something carved out of the land itself.
