Lyrian walked inside of the dome calmly, placing one hand on the hilt of his blade.
He faced the wooden dummy in the center of the dome, as he stopped there.
Rothis shut the door at the moment, as Lyrian's eyes darted up to the stands around the walls of the dome for a split second.
It was empty at that time, but a couple people were standing at the very top, looking down at him.
A hulking man with heavy iron armor, and a petite lady wearing tight purple clothes made of leather.
They both seemed to converse among themselves as they viewed the tests.
At that moment, they looked at Rothis as the hulking man nodded. Rothis nodded back with a slight smirk.
"Begin!" He exclaimed, as the eyes of the dummy immediately lit up.
A thin yellow aura surrounded it, causing its posture to straighten.
"Who are you?" The dummy suddenly questioned.
"Lyrian Theageld." Lyrian blankly stated.
