After a moment or two, the prince and the future duchess ungracefully tried to get back up… only for several more stony hands to erupt from the ground and grab them.
The hands gripped their heads, wrists, legs, necks — dragging them down until both Thalia and Willem were practically groveling, their faces pressed into the dirt.
"F-Fuck—" my sister spat.
"Y-You… You bastard—" the prince groaned, trying to lift his head, only for another rocky hand to slam it back down.
"You should've knelt," I said flatly.
But, of course, just as I was about to move in and eliminate them from the test—
I caught movement from my left.
It was Alice. She was zeroing in on me with terrifying precision.
I willed more jagged spikes to burst from the earth, but she either slipped under or soared over them, blasting away the ones she couldn't dodge.
"Huh," I scoffed.
She was fast. Too fast.
