From the 503 youths, more than 400 had already displayed their strongest attack.
Strangely, no one scored above 50, which left Amon puzzled.
He wondered if the girl from before had been right, but since none of the people he acknowledged had stepped forward yet, he knew he had to remain patient.
Time passed, and the place gradually grew dark.
After spending the entire day there, some of the youths were beginning to feel drained, yet none of them dared leave a bad impression of themselves.
As the darkness crept in, lights flared to life around the ship.
They were like massive bulbs mounted along the spaceship's exterior, bright enough to cut through the shadows and push the growing darkness away.
A few students began yawning from pure exhaustion while Amon stood calmly with his senses sharp, quietly observing everything.
Who knew?
Maybe this was also part of the test.
A test of endurance.
