Xavier smiled wryly at the situation, a gesture that swiftly wiped the laughter off their faces, leaving an uneasy tension in the air. Shouldn't he be feeling some sense of trepidation or apprehension, they pondered silently? Elder Iorin, renowned for his impatience, cast a scrutinizing gaze at Xavier, waiting for a reaction that never seemed to materialize.
No one had ever dared to test his patience quite like Xavier; his determination to assert himself was palpable, as he stood unwavering in the face of Elder Iorin's scrutiny, a young boy determined to challenge the established order.
"You are squandering our precious time here, Xavier Thyrasou. If you cannot produce your imprinted weapon, kindly take your leave from this esteemed hall," Elder Iorin declared with an unmistakable smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
