Estella’s POV:
The roar of the crowd faded behind us as we stepped into the testing arena, ready for our first trial. The air was charged with magic that made the hair on my neck rise while a protective ward surrounded the public stands, protecting the spectators from whatever we were about to face. There was even a giant board with the teams’ names on it, with ours listed at the very bottom.
Artrus, who apparently was also going to be our first examiner, climbed onto a platform that held a huge circular artifact. It looked like a giant coin, but it was inlaid with precious stones and runes that pulsed with the same magic that buzzed around us.
“The first trial,” Professor Artrus started, and everyone quieted, “will measure the strength of your Wolf Soul.”
Uneasy murmurs echoed around
