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As we spirited into the castle, the oaken double doors bolted behind us with a loud bang. On its own accord. "Phew! It's a good thing we're out of the god-forsaken storm now." I whistled, scouting the Victorian interior. "I've got annoying particles that could pass for bricks pricking my eye balls." She blinked rapidly, bringing her left arm to her eyes to clear her sight. I could see the green timer clearly with my normal eyes. It grew out of her arm like veins branching through her skin. The timer glowed bright, ticking like a bomb about to explode.

In the box is a small metal cylinder with wires and blinking LED digits counting down. 5…4…3…2…1

and in a heartbeat later, an ominous three-second countdown began to display on the dark screen. Three. . . Two. . . One. . . IT'S SHOW TIME!

"How long?" "Thirty minutes for the first one. Maybe forty-five for the second." Forty-five minutes was too long. I didn't say that because saying it wouldn't make it shorter. "The moment either team has a visual confirmation they report directly to me." Lucas nodded and went back out.

“But listen to me—whatever answer I give doesn’t change what we are now.” The timer appeared. 00:30 00:29

Vad’s Point of View “Get one unbroken sheet of paper and answer the following questions on the board. You have 30 seconds to answer each item. You have 25 minutes to answer everything. One glance at your seatmate and you’re going out of this room. You know the rules. Ready or not, the timer starts now.”

As if to confirm Kirou's thoughts, he suddenly received a message from the system, which prompted a scowl to form on his face. [System: Quest timers have been updated.] [Time Limit: 22:43:34 -> 12:34:10]

The timer appeared on screen. Fifty-nine minutes. Fifty-eight minutes. And the world waited to see what we would do.

Smiling, she takes a long drink. Finally! Reaching down, I set my timer for 15 minutes. Now all I need to do is wait.

For a moment, I stared blankly at him, unable to come back to my senses. Jude frowned when I didn’t react. His eyes flashed with impatience. His fingers tightened around the small timer in his hand. The air felt heavy. But— When I thought he would yell again, he suddenly went quiet. Too quiet. He raised the timer slowly, then pointed at it. “I’ll set this timer,” he said, his voice lowered this time, “and you need to circle this training ground in less than seven minutes.” My eyes widened. But he didn’t stop.