To the absolute horror of everyone else—especially the unfortunate instructors of the sophomore division—what had been designed as a well-balanced, controlled examination swiftly and violently descended into complete and utter pandemonium.
Simulated beasts poured out of every artificial crack, crevice, and rockfall, launching themselves towards the nearest mechas.
The crowd outside couldn't hear the students inside, but judging by the frantically waving arms, slamming fists, and a few mechas doing suspicious jumps, they were definitely screaming in their cockpits.
Durability alerts blared, and somewhere in the control room, a technician shook in horror as the monitors showed everything they prepared spawning in one go.
Meanwhile, inside the arena, the chaos was both a disaster and a divine gift depending on who you asked.
