Elise watched Gorren cross the last of the floor toward the pedestal, and a headache started somewhere behind her eyes.
'He is walking straight into it,' she thought, her hands closing at her sides, 'this is not an examination, it is a statement.'
She looked at the Guildmaster, who had kept the same bored face since the doors opened.
The rumors about a royal recommendation had been true after all, so Allen was not merely unhappy about it, he was breaking the whole group open to prove a point.
'He does not want Hajin here,' she thought, her gaze drifting to the silver-haired boy against the wall, 'so he set a requirement nobody can meet, then the rest of us pay for his politics.'
Gorren stopped beside the pedestal and roared while orange mana broke out around him, four Shards spinning up his wrists as the axe came overhead.
The air went thick as he poured everything he had into the weapon, the metal taking so much of it that the edge started to hiss.
