Candidate Number Three stepped forward. He was lean. His thin build hinting more at wiry strength than raw power, but there was no mistaking the muscle beneath his skin.
His face was carved with determination even though his eyes showed the nervous current running beneath it.
Watching what had just happened with Candidate Two only made the weight of stepping into the circle heavier.
Erend's gaze settled on him, steady and unreadable. "Your ability is speed, right?"
"Yes, sir," the young man answered quickly, his voice tense.
Erend tilted his head slightly. "And do you already know what you need to do with that ability?"
The man hesitated, frowning. "I… I'm not sure, sir."
