In the army encampment near the palace, citizens from all over Kinshearth had come to participate in the combat competition. A list of those who had been shortlisted for the army was put up on a huge notice board for all to see.
Those who were successfully recruited were overjoyed. Being in the army meant a job and food to fill their stomachs. For many, that was all they needed. But then, there were those who were not so lucky.
Nyx looked at the notice board for the sixth time, screening for her name. Those who still lingered by the board were all doing the same.
"Dang it, where is my name," she muttered to herself as sweat trickled down her forehead.
It stung her eye, so she aggressively wiped it off before continuing to search the board. She knew her own abilities better than anyone else. Based on her observation, she was better than most of those who came, men or women.
