Kapitel 485: Special Exam [3] - What Are You?

Beneath the roiling skies of the Lightning Territory, a lone figure strode forward, his every step echoing faintly over the charred ground. The black-haired boy with the scythe dragged his weapon behind him, its blade leaving a shallow groove in the scorched earth.

Above, jagged streaks of lightning forked wildly across the heavens, thunderclaps splitting the air in deafening bursts. The chaotic storm seemed alive, hurling its fury down at the ground with relentless intensity.

But no matter how many bolts rained from the sky, not a single one came close to the boy. The air around him shimmered faintly as if an invisible barrier deflected the storm's wrath.

He walked in silence, his expression solemn, his eyes cast downward beneath the chaos of the storm. His scythe gleamed faintly, its black blade reflecting the pale, flickering light of the lightning above.