Arthur turned to Doaf who just shrugged and said nothing. Before Arthur could ask more, a disciple appeared and handed a number to him.
"Twelve," he muttered before smiling, "a lucky number indeed."
The other teams of the academy received their numbers as well before the man suddenly said:
"Now let the selection start."
Arthur noticed the portals shine brightly before numbers started to appear in big fonts made of white and silver fog just next to each tower.
"We are matched with team number fifty-three," Omar muttered, "it's the same team we learnt about facing them from before, suspicious."
"Don't stir unneeded trouble," Arthur smiled before adding, "this is the best for us."
As the numbers kept appearing in pairs, a master next to the dean was writing them down.
