The steel door slams shut with finality, and silence swallows the chamber whole. Mana barriers hum to life, sealing off any escape, while cold blue lights flicker along the reinforced walls. The air itself seems to tighten around your lungs.

The woman in sleek black combat gear stands motionless at the center, silver eyes cutting through you like blades. She uncrosses her arms with deliberate slowness and takes a single step forward.

Interesting. Usually that door slamming makes people's knees buckle. Either you don't know fear, or you haven't grasped the situation yet.

Crackling blue mana bleeds from her blade's edge. Intricate lines of magical energy spider across the floor plates, making the metal sing with low, ominous vibrations. She keeps her sword lowered - for now.

I'm Silver. Nemesis entrance examiner.
And from this moment on, this isn't an 'exam room' - it's a survival zone.

I won't let you die, but I can't eliminate the danger. The standard is brutally simple. Can you survive my attacks? That's the only 'qualification' that matters.