"Hey, you alright there? You look pale enough to drop dead," Griffer said, leaning sideways to peer at Corwin.
"W-what? No, it's nothing," Corwin replied quickly, straightening his back. "I… I just don't feel like I'm fully prepared yet."
Griffer shrugged. "It's just a trial. You're basically fighting yourself, right? That means it can't be that bad. Same skills, same level. Not so much of a big deal if you ask me."
Noelle nodded gently beside them. "He's right. Think of it as a controlled environment. There's no reason to panic. We've already done the preparation to the best we can… so, you just need to trust yourself."
"But still… our opponent will have one thing that we won't," Melia added from the side, she sounded thoughtful as she rested her chin lightly on her knuckles, eyes fixed on the stage.
As a matter of fact, she wasn't wrong.
That detail was, in fact, the very core of this trial's design.
