Isril himself bent forward, locking-in on the action occurring below them. Doing his best to hide the worry that ravaged his thoughts, he distracted himself by focusing on how he'd face that tasking challenge himself.
Right before Tristan was a greater opportunity to rake in more kills, but also the risk of getting injured badly enough that the test would need to be stopped.
Sir Severo himself had his eyes fixed on all of Tristans movements. He didn't move, didn't blink, didn't appear to even breathe. His whole being appeared utterly fixated on that student. And for good reasons. It was an exam, not a death-game.
Tristan had nearly died there. And truth be told, the professor had been ready to jump in any instant. Fortunately, Tristan had unveiled just how quickly he could react.
Sir Severo was more than a little impressed.
Tension skyrocketed as everyone looked forward to see what Tristan himself would do. It was safe to say that he now captivated them.
