Galdrabók's S-Class Trial: Wolf in a Maze

Steppenwolf stood at the entrance to the maze, arms crossed, a serious expression on his face. Not only was this the first phase that Steppenwolf would be facing in the trial, this would be his first time ever participating in Galdrabók's S-Class trial. Despite the fact that there was only one other opponent in the trial this year, he was still determined to win, even if the Magic Council had simply told him to participate. As he pondered what he would encounter, he remembered the words his master had told him. "A maze of illusions and traps, huh?" he said. "Doesn't sound too difficult." He crouched down onto all fours, and upon hearing the signal for the beginning of their hour, he was off.

Steppenwolf was in a full sprint. While he didn't have a distinct scent or sound to locate the end, he was certain he'd be able to find the exit in an hour, especially with his superior stamina in comparison to that of a human's. It was then that he saw the first trap. A simple pit, with spikes at the bottom. Steppenwolf didn't even slow down. Collecting his Heat Magic in his feet, he ran up the side of the wall around the pit, the stone melting and giving him a foothold to get around as he continued to run. Not long after, he saw another trap. The darker colorization of the stone tiles in the ground immediately outed them as pressure plates. Still not slowing down, Steppenwolf activated his Hardening Magic, running over the pressure plates and causing several darts to shoot at him. They simply bounced off or broke upon contact with him. Just as he rounded a corner, he found himself turning over another pitfall, this time with swinging blades over it to further hinder his crossing. He still didn't slow down. He jumped into the air, his body still hardened from his earlier use of the magic, somersaulting through the momentary hole the blades made. He landed on the other side without any hassle. "My guild mates should've made more difficult challenges for me."

Steppenwolf rounded another corner, this time being met by a large wyvern. "This might be more a challenge." He still didn't slow down. As a matter of fact, as his body became cloaked in his magical aura, he moved even faster. The wyvern took a swipe at Steppenwolf with his wing, but the wolf easily dodged it by jumping over it. Taking advantage of the gap in its defenses, he attacked. "Amarog Blitz!" He slammed into the wyvern's gut, sending it reeling backwards. The force of the blow was enough that the beast flipped over onto its back, unconscious in one strike. Suddenly, just as he was following through with his attack, he saw a flash. It looked like a mask, a horrific one of orange and black. It was all he could see. And despite it only lasting so briefly, it terrified him. He went into a complete stop, trembling. "What was that...?" He shook his head, driving the thought from his mind, and got back to running.