Lancet took a deep breath and pushed himself up from his seat.
"Good luck, man," Kasto offered, giving him an encouraging pat on the back.
"You've got this," Anita added, though her voice carried a trace of nervous tension.
"Thanks," Lancet muttered. He stepped out of the aisle and began the walk down to the center of the hall.
The students were all silent and waiting, a few of them murmured amongst themselves as their eyes followed him all the way down the steps.
With every movement, Lancet felt his muscles protesting. They were still aching from the grueling morning training he had put himself through.
It was barely afternoon, yet it already felt like an incredibly long, exhausting day.
He stepped onto the marked stone of the battle floor, coming to a halt opposite Professor Chance. Despite the battle that had just taken place, the embedded magic in the stone had made the floor as good as new.
