The second night of the Electus Minor's first phase ended with a rumble.
Now guided by Ushpia's Theurgic Field and its forest-wide perception spell, a great number of participants attacked each other without restraint—some hunting for an orb similar to theirs, others desperate for any kind of yield.
Out of the 411 magi registered for the selection, only 173 had arrived in the woods of Constanta alive, amongst them the 88 chosen by the Auctor Septem.
By the time morning had risen, less than 70 magi were left.
Meilyr, Gal-Enshu, Icilia, and Harpax arrived near a darkened cave whose depths had yet to be touched by daylight's strands.
Phaedro, Gessius, and Pellio were awake within, warily surveying their approach.
"You're still alive. What a surprise~" Icilia chuckled.
"What's with this stench?" Meilyr wrinkled his nose, smelling the wafting odor of decay.
