Not even an hour had passed from the start of the mock exam, and Lith was already tired and vexed enough to seriously consider the idea of throwing in the towel and return to the White Griffon.

His teammates were so embarrassed, that despite each of them opened their mouth more than once, not a single word came out. No matter what apology came to their mind, they all sounded too little and too late, even to them.

First, they had ostracized him, then they had ignored all of his warnings until it was too late. He was the only reason why they hadn’t get instantly wiped out, despite all their undeserved confidence and embarrassing performances.

The two that had previously lost control of their bladder, had a particularly hard time watching the others in the eyes, and could only thank the academy’s Forgemasters for the self-cleaning uniform.

“I’m Visen De Brae.” The first one to muster the courage to speak was the boy, once again holding out his hand. This time Lith shook it, but barely, his anger still smoldering.

“I’m supposed to be… I mean I’m a Warden.” He corrected himself, laughing nervously. Visen was a fifteen-year-old, 1.63 meters (5’4″) high with brown hair and chestnut eyes. He had a regular build and a small mole right under his left eye.

“As such, my specialty is a sturdy defence. Wardens can conjure several kinds of arrays with any element, we can even alter the landscape if needed.