"Middle-grade. Next", the priest announced as he called the next number.
One after another, children stepped forward in the order of their assigned numbers. Some walked back with disappointed looks, while others wore expressions filled with pride.
Astrael quietly observed how those who achieved similar grades of soul space quickly gathered into small groups. The ones who obtained middle-grade soul spaces stood together proudly, their faces glowing with self-confidence.
Meanwhile, those who had only managed to form low-grade soul spaces, who made up the majority, wore more subdued expressions. There was no shame in their eyes, but their faces lacked the glow of success.
Astrael could already notice that the people with a similar grade of soul space quickly formed their group. People with middle-grade soul space formed a distinct group, shining brightly with a proud look on their faces.
