The morning sun streamed through the gaps in the high tower, coating the apprentice district in a pale golden light.
But this warm light could not penetrate the door of Isolation and Review Room No. 3.
It was located on the second basement level of the administration center's spire, at the end of a long corridor.
The walls were built of a cold, hard black rock capable of absorbing Magic Power fluctuations.
There were no guards at the door, only a seamlessly fitted metal door. Intricate and precise silver Runes were inscribed on it, emitting a faint glow.
Allen arrived fifteen minutes early.
He still wore that same, simple junior Apprentice Robe. His black hair was impeccably styled, and his face betrayed no pre-exam jitters. He was as calm as if he were on his way to dinner.
Just then, the metal door slid open inward without a sound, revealing an empty room behind it.
