Sylas felt the aura of the white ring fall over him once again. It sank into his body much the same as the first one had, but it seemed less probing, as though it was looking at things from a macro perspective rather than being dialed in.
There was a shift in the air as a silence fell.
Many gazes were still on Sylas, many of them also carrying hints of skepticism. The results of the last round were far too exaggerated; it didn't make any sense to them.
Unfortunately, the results of this round were entirely opposite to the last. Rather than wanting to be among the first to finish, it was instead their desire to be among the very last.
The more perfect your Seed, the more embedded it was into your body, and the more difficult it was for the scan to parse out all of the details.
By comparison, the more immature and incomplete the formation of the Seed, the easier it was to find and parse.
