The days passed in a steady rhythm, almost no different from before, with candidates entering the tower one after another while the rest stood outside watching, cheering, and waiting for their turn, yet despite how lively everything appeared on the surface, there was one clear difference that no one could ignore.
No one else reached the eighth floor.
A few managed to reach the seventh, pushing themselves to their limits, only to fall short at that stage, while during that same period, more of Felix's members slowly regrouped under Page's influence, strengthening his side again.
The cycle continued like that until the middle of the third week finally arrived, and by then only a handful of candidates remained who had yet to take the trial.
That morning, the training grounds filled early.
Some candidates arrived from the café, wiping their mouths after eating, others came quietly from the library, while a few stepped out from their rooms, adjusting their coats as they walked.
