"First, you should understand the importance of Throne ofRuinlight," Thalso began. "The master uses this Castle for candidates' trials, yes but it also serves another purpose." He spread his hands. "It is where the best of his warriors are trained."
Nyra continued for him. "The finest warriors are sent here to train, and those who survive are given gifts for their service. One of those gifts is what you've just earned: the Silver Stone."
"It symbolizes strength," Thalso said. "It will double your natural power, and when you draw on it, it grants a burst of extraordinary might. Don't worry, it doesn't drain your own mana. It stores its own mana and uses that."
His hand dropped sharply, and the stones shot forward, slamming into their chests like lightning strikes. All three arched backward unnaturally, toes straining against the floor, eyes glowing silver as the stones sank into them, pulling them into unconsciousness.
The instructors watched in silence until Gold spoke.
