"Very well. Let the young one try. If he fails, we follow the plan."
Murmurs spread once again. Some agreed, others grumbled, thinking it a waste of time, but no one dared oppose the decision. The elder was someone whose strength was already acknowledged there.
Kyrian knew. The man did not fully believe in him. He only wanted to keep everyone united under the same banner.
Deep down, he was certain that if Kyrian failed, at that very moment Kyrian would become the target of criticism and many words from all sides. That would make everyone even more united in attempting a collective attack.
Kyrian then turned, approaching the barrier.
His steps were firm, his breathing calm, even with hundreds of eyes fixed on him. The silence grew as he extended his hand.
Everyone expected the same result they had seen so many times before. The useless touch against the translucent wall.
