The morning sun streamed through the gaps in the high tower, gilding the apprentice district in a layer of pale gold. However, this warm light could not penetrate the doors of Isolation Examination Room 3.
Located at the end of a long corridor on the second underground level of the administrative center's spire, the room was constructed from a cold, hard black stone capable of absorbing Magic Power fluctuations. There were no guards at the entrance—only a tightly sealed metal door engraved with intricate, precise silver Runes that emitted a faint glow.
Allen arrived fifteen minutes early. He was still dressed in the simplest primary Apprentice Robe, his black hair combed meticulously. His face showed not a trace of pre-exam anxiety; he looked as calm as if he were heading to the dining hall for a meal.
