While the other candidates rushed toward the holograms like moths to a flame, Lethia calmly scanned each one until she found her name glowing on the northern screen.
A flicker of dread crept in as she clicked her tongue at the sight of her individual assignment stats.
Just as she suspected, anything tied to physical strength sat shamefully below average.
Especially speed. Compared to the other candidates, she might've been the slowest of them all.
"Please pay attention!" The sharp command from a female voice over the speaker silenced the crowd in an instant.
Then a larger hologram bloomed at the center of the hall, forcing everyone to step back and gather around to see what came next.
Trainer Amelie appeared on the screen, her cold charisma radiating through a calm, practiced smile—like a queen too distant to touch.
