Two days passed in flash.
The pocket world became a crucible, forging the cadets into stronger versions of themselves. Monsters fell in droves, their essences absorbed, their points tallied. The competition was fierce, the stakes high, and each cadet pushed themselves to their limits.
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Day One: Nero's Hunt
Nero moved through the forest like a specter, his presence detection spreading outward, a net of awareness that encompassed the landscape. He had grown accustomed to the rhythm of the hunt—the search, the engagement, the victory. His score had climbed rapidly, each kill adding to his growing tally. But he was not satisfied. He sought stronger prey, battles that would test his limits and refine his control over his laws.
