Will appeared inside the domain alongside thousands of other participants, his boots sinking slightly into the soft grass beneath him.
The environment was immediately different from the arena outside. The air felt quiet; the suffocation of the crowd was not present.
Tall trees stretched upward, their canopies interlocking to block much of the sunlight, while patches of golden rays filtered through gaps and illuminated the forest floor.
An unfamiliar prompt materialized in front of Will's vision, hovering silently, waiting for his acknowledgment.
He recognized it instantly. This was the autonomous function of the academy's domain, the same mechanism described in the novel. It was simply a projection made by an illusion array that hovered above the space of this realm.
It was an artificial realm made by legendary space mages centuries ago; its control right now was in the hands of the entrance exam committee.
The prompt requested that he choose one weapon.
Will did not hesitate.
