The exam hall was solemn, rows of tables and chairs lined up in the large hall. Severe-faced, cloak-draped mages prowled the halls, keeping an eye on the participating applicants.
People occasionally stepped out of the hall through an exit door opposite the entrance, and there was equally a constant influx of people trooping in.
Dulce easily found an empty table and sat down, a scroll and feather pen making an appearance in front of him as soon as he sat. He had been troubled about the contents of the written exams earlier, but now, he was too distracted by the thought of the distant Demons to be nervous.
Although Asael had entered the hall before he did, he couldn't find the Shadow Demon, but he knew he was still in the hall somewhere.
The contents of the written exam was more familiar than not, and after a short while of focused scribbling, he hurried out of the exit so that he could go around to the intermission room as quickly as possible.
