It was just as expected.
After an hour of waiting in line, Damien finally got a chance to talk to the receptionist. Their conversation was quite streamlined as this was a process the Earth Temple went through at least a few tens of times a day.
"I have come to apply to be a member of the temple."
"Name?"
"Damien Void."
"Please take this ticket and have a seat. You will be expressly teleported to the trial area when it is your turn."
With a nod, Damien left and found a place to sit. There were quite a few seats in the lobby area. A lot of them were filled as well, likely by individuals related to the business side of the temple's operation.
Those who looked like him, who wore strange clothing compared to the rest and had an aura of war that hadn't yet faded, were few in number.
Damien could see only three others that gave off the feeling of an active competitor.
'It's as if we're the strange ones.'
