The youths had ten minutes to recover from the tests when the groups were rotated again.
Dust still hung faintly in the air as the stones were placed back into their spots before the low platform, and Teclos stepped forward first for his group.
The five round boulders sat in front of him, ascending in size. Their surfaces were smooth and round.
He lifted the smallest boulder easily and placed it atop the platform fairly quickly.
The second also followed without a struggle.
By the third boulder, he needed a bit more push from his legs and back, but it too was placed atop the platform.
At the fourth, he strained himself visibly. Veins rose along his forearms and biceps, his jaw tightening as he shifted his grip twice before finally hoisting it chest-high and lifting it up.
The stone landed on the platform with a heavy thud, and Teclos took a deep breath.
His confidence waned with the fifth and last stone.
While he was approaching it, he tried to focus once more.
