'Damn it, how did things end up this way?' The Marquis stared at Sylas, feeling an unsettling awe. Sylas was young—barely an adult. His body was lean, and his experience limited. And yet, why did he feel so… vast?
'It's not just physical strength,' he realized. 'It's something deeper… something innate.'
It seemed foolish now to have thought he could control this young man, who was clearly beyond his grasp.
'It's too late for regrets.'
The Marquis looked down, lost in his thoughts, when Ragnar's thunderous voice rang out, jolting him back to the present.
"Very well! Let the second trial commence here and now! Candidates, prove your bravery to all of the North by hunting a dragon!"
