The grey-haired woman led the way through the facility, her sharp gaze unwavering as she guided the students. From the outside, the structure had seed compact, yet within, its twisting corridors seed endless, stretching far beyond what anyone could have predicted.
After nurous turns, they finally arrived at a large, well-lit room that could easily accommodate their entire class. Rows of neatly arranged seats faced a vast glass-like wall, beyond which lay a pristine, white chamber filled with sophisticated testing equipnt. The sheer scale of the room left many students in silent awe before hushed murmurs filled the air.
"My brother told about the White Room," one student whispered excitedly. "It's even more impressive in real life."
"I heard that those who enter can't see through the glass like we do," another added, his voice tinged with unease.
"Wow, I'm feeling way less confident now."
Kairos listened intently, filtering through the chatter for anything useful. Yet, all he sensed from their words was a mix of nervous agitation and thinly veiled bravado. None of it would help him.
The grey-haired woman, who appeared to be in her early thirties, wasted no ti. She gestured toward the seats. "Take your places," she commanded firmly.
As the students settled, she studied the digital tablet in her hands before calling the first na.
"Chris Dawnjak."
A boy with striking blonde hair rose from his seat, raising his hand to identify himself. His features were sharp, almost aristocratic, and his confidence was evident in the way he carried himself.
The murmurs grew louder as he made his way forward, earning admiring glances, especially from the girls.
Kairos observed from his seat, mildly intrigued. The average person would feel at least so anxiety at being the first to undergo a life-altering test. Even I would be a little tense, he mused. But let's see if he can actually back up that confidence.
Chris followed the instructor into the White Room. Inside, a team of evaluators, clad in stark white uniforms, awaited him. Their presence made them nearly indistinguishable from their sterile surroundings. A brief exchange followed, though the details were lost behind the soundproof glass.
Then, they led Chris to a large, stone-like pillar at the center of the room.
He placed his hand on it.
For a few monts, nothing happened. The silence in the observation room grew heavy. Whispers of doubt began creeping in among the students.
"Is sothing wrong?"
"Maybe he's not as strong as he looks."
Kairos, however, remained patient. It's too soon to assu anything.
Then, suddenly, the air inside the White Room shifted. A deep purple mist began to seep from Chris's palm, curling into the air ominously. Gasps filled the room as the vapor rapidly coalesced into a massive, tiger-like beast. Its muscular form radiated raw power, its luminous eyes burning with an almost sentient intelligence.
A chanical voice rang from the speakers embedded in the walls.
[Ding]
[Successful Awakening]
[Advanced Beast Summon]
The room erupted into a frenzy. Awe. Jealousy. Disbelief. Chris had done the unexpected.
An Advanced Summoner, Kairos noted. This wasn't just impressive—it was extraordinary. Summoners were categorized based on the strength of their summons, and this was no re beast.
Whispers surged again, but this ti in reverence.
"An advanced summoning right off the bat? No way!"
"This is insane. The first guy is already leagues above us."
Kairos exhaled softly, his expression unreadable. This would serve as an undeniable motivation for the rest of the students—or a crushing weight on their spirits.
After all, Chris's future is now secured. He's set for life.
The Summoning Class hierarchy was well known:
Basic Summons – The weakest, yet still functional.
Interdiate Summons – More powerful, but still not rare.
Advanced Summons – A testant to great potential.
Mythic Summons – Unique and incredibly potent.
Evolving Summons – Rare creatures that grow stronger over ti.
Legendary Summons – Unbelievably rare and imnsely powerful.
Additionally, a summoner's ability to control their summon was ranked separately:
Rank 1 – Novice level.
Rank 2 – Skilled.
Rank 3 – Highly proficient.
Master – Exceptionally trained.
Grandmaster – A true force to be reckoned with.
King Summoner – A rank only a few in history have attained.
The instructors tested Chris's control, making him command his summon to perform various tasks. He did so effortlessly, earning a Rank 1 assessnt before being led back to the observation room, where he rejoined his classmates, basking in admiration.
With his successful display, the next student stepped forward with more confidence than was warranted. But reality was unforgiving. His summon—a bulky, armored beetle—was rely of the Basic tier. The class, once electric with excitent, dimd.
Then another went. A girl—she achieved an Interdiate summon.
Then another. And another.
One after the next, students took their turns. By the ti Kairos's na was called, most of the excitent had dwindled into quiet anticipation. Out of all who had gone, the results were as follows:
Basic Summonings: Eleven.
Interdiate Summonings: Five.
Advanced Summonings: Three.
Mythic Summonings: One.
The grey-haired woman glanced at her tablet as Kairos rose from his seat.
His movents were controlled. Purposeful. Confidence exuded from him, but not the kind born from arrogance. It was the kind that left others questioning what he knew that they didn't.
So students, who had perford poorly, shot him glares. Others, who were still waiting for their turn, watched with curiosity.
The woman's brows furrowed. Why is he so confident? Her fingers danced over the screen, scanning his profile.
Nothing stood out.
No influential background. No privileged upbringing. In fact, he was one of the poorest students in attendance.
He should be terrified, she thought. Yet... he isn't.
After a mont of contemplation, she dismissed the thought. He's just another hopeful trying to mask his nerves, she concluded. He'll likely be a Basic Summoner like most.
Still, she found herself watching him with an unusual degree of curiosity as she led him toward the White Room.
Kairos followed, stepping forward into the unknown.
His fate awaited him.
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