Some attempted to overwhelm their copies with brute force, yet they were met with equal resistance. Others tried to outmaneuver their reflections, only to find their movements predicted and countered without fail.
Names continued to echo across the square as more participants were called forward.
Then, suddenly, a name resounded with a clarity that cut through all noise.
"Max Morgan."
In that instant, the entire plaza fell into complete silence.
Every gaze shifted toward him at once.
Some looked on with curiosity, others with skepticism, while a few revealed open hostility in their eyes. Yet beneath all those emotions lay a single undeniable fact. Max had already carved his presence deeply into the minds of everyone present through his performance in the previous trial.
Max stepped forward calmly, his expression unchanged despite the overwhelming attention. His movements were steady, his breathing even, as though the weight of countless gazes held no meaning to him.
