Tension in one of the large rooms of the colosseum skyrocketed as it was Arzael's turn. All the proctors and examinees conducting the orb and affinity tests nearby fell silent, holding their breath, as if waiting for something unexpected.
"Huh? Why is his aura suddenly so cold?" asked a beastkin anxiously.
"Hey, hey, look at that guy," one of the examinees replied, eyes sharp on Arzael.
"Do you feel an unusual aura from him?"
Arzael's aura was indeed terrifying. In his mind, he wondered, 'Is my aura really that terrifying?'
"Place your hand, kid, don't waste time. There are still many others waiting to be tested," said a hero proctor overseeing Arzael's line. The proctor was human, but his dwarf ears were clearly visible.
Arzael placed his hand on the magical orb. Instantly—
Nothing happened. Everyone was stunned. Some laughed, mocking him.
"Heh? I thought he would shock everyone," one examinee commented.
"What a joke," another said, sneering.
