White couldn't believe his ears.
He was going to be the first to be tested.
There were more than a hundred kids around him, and he was chosen as first.
He wanted to immediately argue, but when he looked into the eyes of that woman, it was clear she was going to throw him out the second he dared refuse, and in the end, he could only concede.
Forcing his spine to remain straight, he walked towards the altar, climbing all the way up.
Atop was something he had to blink twice to comprehend:
A glass ball, the size of a basketball, hanging in the air without any visible support.
Behind it were the other awakeners.
Three men, seemingly in their early 300s, whose eyes scanned Whitmore in interest and mockery.
But not mockery of his clothes, it was mockery of him drawing the ire of the golden-haired lady.
"Place your hand on the awakening orb."
She ordered behind him, and in that moment, Whitmore could swear his heart had switched place with his brain as his skull began to throb.
