A week passed in the blink of an eye.
One moment, life at the academy flowed as usual—classes, occasional patrols with Liora, activity in training—and the next, the entire first-year cohort was standing in orderly lines outside the assessment wing, their nerves humming thicker than mana in the air.
Elion stood at the front, with his hands relaxed at his sides, and his expression calm to the point of seeming almost detached.
If he didn't have a system to show him his own progress in real time…If he didn't possess the discerning eye that showed him other people's stats…
He might have been just as excited as everyone else.
As it was, he mostly felt tired.
He was frustrated; tens of thousands of points were sitting in his store, but he couldn't break through. Well, he could, but that would bring him more trouble than it is worth.
