Back in the Great Hall, the Silverbath had already begun. Safira took in deep breaths of air as she prepared herself for what was to come. Having been poisoned in the past, her resistance to it was greater than other wolves.
Still, the Silverbath was grueling. Furthermore, unknown to her, her enemies increased the concentration of silver in the silver water. They wanted her to suffer and they wanted her to die.
Within the first few seconds, Safira felt a surge of pain through her feet. She winced in pain as sweat trickled down her forehead. She tried to concentrate on her breathing and persevered through. But as the silver water entered her bloodstream through her skin, intense pain shot through her whole being.
She cried out in pain as she placed her hands on the glass walls of the tank. The Great Hall echoed with her screams. Some wolves watched on at the edge of their seats, wondering what it would take to break her.
