The chamber echoed faintly with the murmurs of the gathered candidates seeing the fight.
Their voices were low but the tension in the air made every whisper sound sharp.
Many of them had come here with confidence. Some were even eager to challenge Erend because they were convinced that their newfound Magic gave them the power to at least hold their ground against him.
First, to test their own abilities. Second, to see whether the stories about Sergeant Erend were nothing more than inflated tales meant to intimidate new recruits.
But now, watching with their own eyes, they felt the truth settle heavily in their chests.
The legend was no exaggeration.
The two men who had spoken boldly in the smoking area last night exchanged nervous glances.
Their faces were pale, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads despite the cool air.
Their hands trembled slightly, though they tried to hide it.
That was happening before their turn even arrived.
