The room fell into a hushed silence as all eyes turned to the shy figure clutching the skill parchment in his hands. He squirmed under the weight of their collective gaze, feeling the intensity of their scrutiny. Desperate to break the tension, he cleared his throat and began to speak about the skill he obtained.
"Purification??"
The room reverberated with the sounds of echoes all mindlessly repeating the name of the acquired spell. There were some questioning looks among the group,many harbored suspicious thoughts, while the others doubted the person in question. 'How could someone find a spell 'EXACTLY' when we needed it most?' was on their minds. This was too good to be true just to be coincidence, prompting them to wonder if they were being played for fools.
The shy individual who had spoken out about the skill could feel the weight of their doubt bearing down on him, causing nervous beads of sweat to form on his brow.
