All the runic armaments of each participant created were stored inside a small spatial ring that had the participants' numbers engraved on them.
Nial was pretty sure that it would take a while to finish evaluating the runic armaments. Thus, he cleared his working space which ended up looking just like it did before Nial touched it for the first time when he had arrived.
Afterward, he lay down on the stone ground, where he rested for a few hours.
He was sleeping like a log and didn't mind the people or the noise around him in the slightest.
"Isn't this participant too nonchalant? He is disrespecting the Golden Armaments Union for the second time by dozing off…has he no shame?" One of the spectators, who was also a member of the Golden Armaments Union, complained loudly.
Everyone around him could hear the young man and most other spectators couldn't help but feel the same.
