Silence filled the practice hall.
Rasken's eyebrows climbed toward his shaved scalp. Veyra's lips parted slightly. Across the room, Torvek stopped rubbing his stomach.
The three of them looked at one another.
Then Veyra folded her arms.
"Well?" she said, without taking her eyes off Simon. "What do you two think of our potential sixth disciple?"
Rasken shrugged.
"Not bad."
Torvek grunted.
"Not bad."
Simon stared at them.
They had broken his arms, torn his robe, and ambushed him the moment he walked through the door.
And what they had to say in response to that was not bad?
"He's weaker than us, though," Torvek added, rolling his shoulder. "In raw strength. Every time he met us head-on, he lost ground."
Veyra raised a brow.
"And how would you feel if he were stronger than you?"
Torvek opened his mouth.
"While he's still a Greater Demon at that," she finished.
His mouth closed.
