The whole base was unusually quiet.
Maybe it was because most of the candidates were still recovering in the infirmary after surviving the Eighth and Ninth Trials, while the others who survived with lighter injuries had decided to completely lock themselves inside their rooms to sleep, rest, or mentally recover from the darkness they had endured.
Of course, not everyone stayed hidden.
A few candidates still wandered around the base to meet friends, eat in the café, or continue training as though the trials had not nearly destroyed their minds.
Ezra sat alone on a long bench in the training grounds.
Snow drifted down lightly from the pale morning sky while cold wind brushed across his face and clothes. The hood of his white cardigan covered his head halfway, casting a faint shadow over his calm dark eyes.
He wore white gloves, black trousers, and dark boots.
Because he had already taken the heat stimulant pills earlier, the freezing weather didn't bother him much.
