The moment Kastor's gaze settled on him, Zephyrion stilled. This was the moment. The moment that would decide everything.
He kept his expression unchanged, appearing as natural as possible.
To the outside world, nothing was happening. However, inwardly, numerous calculations ran through his mind.
If Kastor spoke up, what next? It wouldn't affect his chances of winning the Proving, but it would severely limit him when it came to acquiring the secret rune arts of the great high houses.
Right now, he could see and store their effects in his mind, but they were merely the effects. Without seeing the source itself, replicating rune arts as complicated as theirs was almost impossible.
A moment passed. Zephyrion felt the aura settle onto the pin hidden in his chest, and his world went utterly silent.
Then, the heavy aura withdrew as though it had never existed in the first place.
