The scratch marks in his hall were those of the dead trialists, likely one or two of Arveth's team—it all made sense now. The bone-metal door had most likely led to multiple halls, with each holding the same or a different trial, and he'd survived..no, cleared one.
His silver eyes scanned the others. Five wore Arveth's colors—tattered blue robes, their faces looked hard including the females, probably due to their mine filled lands. Their strength ranged from Lvl 18 to 35, Pre-Awakening to Primal Adept Realm.
The other two were hooded in white robes with their faces hidden, and they gave off no clear aura, their levels unreadable. Kael's gut twisted—those two were suspicious and definitely trouble.
No one had spotted him yet, the plain's vastness keeping them apart. Kael swiped his system interface, buying the Shadow Veil Mask with a grimace. [50 BP Deducted, 262 BP Remaining].
"Thieves," he muttered, slipping the mask on.
