Days bled into one another like faint brushstrokes on a canvas.
Seth spent them resting, sharpening his body back to form, and replaying his battles in the White Tower within his mind. Every strike, every counter, every weakness he exposed in himself—he committed them to memory. He didn’t train excessively. He didn’t need to. His body was already honed from near-death combat, and his recovery was methodical, almost predatory, like a beast waiting to leap again.
Now, the waiting was over.
The Evaluation Exams for the Harbinger Agency had arrived.
The examination grounds lay within the capital city—a vast arena built from polished stone, reinforced with magical barriers that glowed faintly like veins of light. The sheer size of the hall was staggering; thousands of seats arched upward i
