The six candidates, four men and two women, stood in a tense line beneath the arching infusion frames. Their chests bare and glistening under the pale blue lights of the containment chamber.
Each of them had a slightly different physique and posture, but they shared the same expression, a rigid mix of nervousness, fear, but also unyielding determination.
Their eyes glanced between the floating tubes and the glowing Magic essence within it, watching it churn softly like a sleeping storm full of power.
Their backs were connected by clear conduits that shimmered with the faint pulse of distilled Magic.
The blue-tinged liquid inside radiated energy that was almost beautiful but all of them knew it was also dangerous. One wrong reaction, and their bodies might not survive the infusion.
One of the women clenched her fists tightly. Her lips pressed in a thin line.
