The closer they were to the Eyrie, the easier it became for them to find each other. The candidates were pairing and tripling up with old friends and new acquaintances. Short-lived alliances were formed for the sake of their survival; not built on trust but the mutual benefits of both parties.
Long bars of steel were buried into the ground and layered upon many other examinees and magical creatures alike. It was a fight scene where trees were cut down and the ground damaged from the effect of the exchanged blows and magic techniques.
Makr squatted down, gasping laboriously to catch his breath while observing the scene he had created along with his friend and partner, Vorgard.
"We should keep moving," Vorgard suggested, not showing any signs of tiredness from the just concluded battle.
Makr raised a brow at Vorgard. From his expression, Vorgard understood that he was not buying the idea.
"Come on, Vorgard," Makr disputed, "just a little rest won't h-"
