Behind the observation window, the decrepit figures were silent, even the heavy breathing had vanished, leaving only the occasional ticking sounds from the life-support machines.
After a brief resuscitation, the condition of these old fellows stabilized, the sunken eyes beneath flickering with the light of wisdom.
After a while, the breathing returned again, accompanied by coughing and wheezing that broke the silence, stirring up a renewed commotion.
They no longer cared much about this Triple Trial; someone would record it all anyway, and they could review the records later.
Their gazes were all focused on the elderly man in a white robe leading the group, whom they all believed should have died many years ago, yet he appeared so vividly before them now.
Some people had already realized why this was by looking at the old man's body. Despite being clad in a white robe, the flesh underneath long ceased to exist.
