The group walked to the front when the gong rang reverberating around the grounds to get everyone's attention.
Curiously the groups gathered to listen to their next task in anticipation. Amidst the chatters, Beautiful red butterflies flew from around them gaining numerous eyes before they converged on the platform to reveal a stunning woman. Her red dress hugging her hourglass figure, hair like that of blazing flames yet gentle eyes and a provocative smile.
"So you're the little bunch that thinks you're best of the best huh?" She asked her red lips curling upwards as her dark eyes narrowed. "Well as your senior I will give all of you an advice now. You all are a bunch of weaklings!"
Many faces soured at that but dares not voice their discontent. after all, most who came here are already known as geniuse. Praised to the heavens from where they came from. It is no doubt that they already build up their pride and only to be told that your weak?
