"This should be good." Rudy muttered, nudging him on the elbow.
Michael nodded silently as he watched Braydon's team head down the stairs and into the arena. He was thankful that they were not the first names called for the exam—especially after hearing the professor speak earlier.
Watching others compete first would allow him to gauge just how strong a tier-two beast was. Despite seeing some magical beasts in the wilderness between Velmara and Whitevalley, Michael was not knowledgeable enough at the time to infer their strength.
All he knew was that they were far too strong for him. But now that he'd attended Arcadia for a while, he had learned the classifications for magical beasts.
Similar to spell tiers, magical beasts were broken into tiers from one to eight—with one being the weakest and eight being the strongest. Of course there were higher tiers, but those were reserved for mythical and ancient spells.
