As the three entered the hole, the ice jabbing into Silvus' hand had nearly all melted by now, having been in contact with his warm blood for quite a while.
Suddenly, as his hand became more and more freed, a flashback appeared in his mind. It was of the time when he lost to Lyrian in the preliminaries, and was met by his brother, Zysrial, in the medical room soon after.
***
His brother stood before him, a domineering presence, with his hands crossed and his expression shadowed. Silvus couldn't face his brother, simply looking down.
Zysrial clenched his jaw.
"Do not lose again, Yaltan. Reinhardt is nothing short of a bulwark, he doesn't let things pass. This is your only excuse. If you happen to fail again in any part of this exam... You won't see the light of day again until you reach 15."
Zysrial spoke with a stern demeanor. Silvus' eyes widened as he immediately realized what Zysrial was talking about.
***
