Royal Dramatic Academy of Bordeaux.

Margaret, dressed in a robe made of gold thread, walked slowly down the oak staircase.

She was followed by Amanda and several other sorceresses.

Sorceress of the Reserve.

Each of them was dressed up, wearing bandeau robes of different colors, with an intricate circle outlined on their chests.

The amber necklace around the neck naturally droops, and the hanging amber just touches the center of the circle.

Click.

It was so dark that only Margaret's footsteps could be heard, and the others followed Margaret closely after her, without saying a word.

Layer after layer, the downward path seems to be never-ending.

It didn't take long for Margaret to finally stop, and with a snap of her fingers, the torches around the walls lit and golden flowers bloomed in the burning flames.

Looking back, everyone who followed her was sweating profusely, Amanda's face was normal, and some of the others couldn't even stand on their own.

"Staircase of Silence."

"You've passed the first level."

Margaret looked at the female student who was at the end.

"It's still too late to quit, the warlock's awakening has only two results, transformation and death."

"You have to think clearly."

Amanda didn't say anything, just took a step forward, and her movements already represented her determination.

Behind her was a plump woman who had teased Roger when he sent Amanda to the Drama Academy.

"Good!"

Margaret's approving gaze rested on Amanda's face.

"Your progress is obvious to all, don't disappoint my expectations."

"Don't let your bloodline be disgraced either."

"Keep your pride alive at all times!"

Margaret admonished.

A flame burned in her palm, and Margaret stepped forward and pressed her right hand against the stone door in front of her.

Rumble!

The flames enveloped the stone door, and slowly the stone door melted, and a hideous beast head like lava appeared on the stone door.

Crunch!

The stone door opened, revealing a dark passageway.

"Walk through here to the final testing site."

"What is this place?"

Someone asked aloud.

"Fire Trail."

Margaret turned her head, "The staircase just now tested your mental strength, and this level in front of you will completely activate the bloodline in your body." ”

"Success will condense the initial filthy blood, and failure, the essence and blood will be exhausted, and the ashes will be spread here."

"The place where we were supposed to awaken was set to be in Crescent City, which was safer, but a sudden accident disrupted the plan."

"After this period of cultivation, the blood in your body has become vigorous, if you can't awaken as soon as possible, the blood will backlash and destroy the fragile body."

"But just as danger comes opportunity."

Margaret waved her hand, and flames spread from beneath her feet, surging toward the end of the trail.

Without the slightest hesitation, Amanda took the lead.

Burst!

The ash on the ground rose into the air as the footprints fell, and flames burned and enveloped Amanda's body.

In an instant, her clothes burned to the ground.

Amanda frowned and took the second step.

Step by step.

The flames around him became higher and higher, gradually enveloping Amanda's whole person, and the others behind him could no longer see Amanda's appearance in the flames.

But the terrible temperature hit everyone's face head-on, and everyone's face changed dramatically.

As time passed, the ashes and flames floating in mid-air collided to form twisted human forms, and they surrounded Amanda, pulling and holding her back.

These are the trialists who once died on the path of fire.

"I'm quitting!"

Someone yelled and turned to run into the distance, Margaret didn't say anything, just looked at the flames burning on Amanda's body, and there was a hint of appreciation in her eyes.

The footsteps faded away, but before long a scream came from the darkness, and then the fleeing sorceress was completely silent.

Everyone's faces changed slightly, and they could already imagine the result of that woman.

"Enola, what about your choice?"

Margaret looked at the woman standing behind Amanda.

The woman, known as Enola, raised her head and took off her robe in front of everyone.

Peaks and peaks, she unbridled the curves of her body.

"It's one of my favorite pieces of clothing, and I don't want to see it burn."

With that, she stepped barefoot into the Fire Trail.

As soon as she took the first step, Enola couldn't help but let out a soft grunt.

Her face changed slightly.

"Amanda, how could she ......"

"The higher the purity of the bloodline, the stronger the spiritual power, and the more tribulations will be endured here."

Margaret explained.

"Amanda has endured a lot more than you."

Look at the figure walking in front of you.

"Before she woke up, her bloodline began to affect her personality and showed a unique temperament."

"I like her pride."

After walking ten meters, Enola couldn't help but scream, but Amanda, who was walking in front, still maintained her previous speed.

Slowly but surely.

The original small-town girl is disappearing, replaced by a powerful and proud sorceress!

The trail finally ends, the flames disappear, and a scarred Amanda appears in a warm room.

"What's level 3?"

Amanda asked abruptly.

"Poor boy ......"

An old woman with a withered description walked up to Amanda with a wooden bowl.

"There's no such thing as a 3rd level."

"Drink it, and your awakening ritual is over."

The cool liquid poured into her mouth, and the next moment, the momentum on Amanda's body suddenly became stronger.

Flames peeked through every pore in the skin, and the burns on the body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The skin became white again, and the fiery red hair danced without wind, and when the flames on his body burned to the extreme, he shrank inward.

Laugh at!

All the flames poured into Amanda's body, and then gathered on the circle drawn on her chest.

Ping!

The amber on his chest burst, and the circle shone brightly.

Amanda let out a low cry, and the lines of the circle swam on their own, forming a flaming flame on her chest!

"Powerful bloodline!"

The old woman stared with cloudy eyes.

After awakening, Amanda actually crossed the stage of the Filthy Warlock directly.

"Congratulations, newborn Warlock."

"You've taken the first step in your quest for an ancient bloodline!"

The old woman handed Amanda a robe with gold trim on a red background.

But at this moment, the flame burning in Amanda's chest shrank into a ball, and a soft cry resounded throughout the room.

Hearing this voice, Enola, who had just walked into the room, was mentally shocked, plopped, and fell to the ground.

"This voice ......"

Margaret walked past Enola and came to Amanda with an excited face, feeling the breath on Amanda's body.

"How does it feel?"

"Very good."

Amanda hesitated.

"I just want to see one person right now!"

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