But a lingering worry.
When gods fight, mortals suffer.
He hoped that the struggle of these two high-level beings wouldn't affect him.
A speck of dust from the era, falling onto someone's head, becomes a mountain.
A spark overflows from the struggle of the powerhouses, falling onto a low-level wizard, could turn him into ashes.
"Don't be afraid, as long as you hold your ground, you'll be fine."
The dean saw the worry in Link's eyes and tried to console him, with a certain implication.
"Yes."
That was all Link could reply.
Getting the implication or not, there isn't much difference.
Better off being a self-disciplined quail who only knows how to nod.
"Alright, that's it, go back and prepare well. The detailed rules of the competition will be sent to you before it begins."
The dean waved his hand, signaling Link to leave.
Link stood up, bowed, and left the office.
