Draven rubbed his temple, stressed out for reasons he couldn't exactly tell. What the hell was going on with him? Why can't he seem to stay calm?
Avelina could sense his distress due to the mating bond. She stared at him and suddenly stood up from her seat, wanting to go to him. But she had no way to do so, and could only stand and gaze with a concerned expression.
"Avelina, please sit down," Aurora tugged at her.
Even though she was reluctant, Avelina sat back down.
"These candles in front of you will light themselves in flame and whoever's flames burn the strongest is the chosen one," They all gave a nod.
Mikhail stepped away.
The entire hall was silent as they watched, the majority betting open Ryan. Old Master Lenort didn't seem worried, it was as though he was confident that it would either be Ryan or Lumian—they had the most potential out of all his sons.
