The wait wasn't valid only for her, it was for everyone found in the giant area. Training weapons of the person whose name was considered a great fault even to mention were coming to light.
The Head Supervisor had gone personally to bring the weapons and came back with the same speed before five minutes were up. He extended the mahogany wood box in his hand to Nora; the box looked very old, but the allure of the blood-red color on it hadn't disappeared yet.
"Thank you!"
Nora, without losing time, lifted the lid by turning the metal lock of the box resembling a small chest; at that moment, a scent she was familiar with hit her nose.
There was no room for doubt; these pieces of equipment couldn't belong to anyone other than Mora. Two curved daggers were looking at her on the red velvet; Nora couldn't resist and took them in her hands immediately.
There were holes in the grip where fingers could enter; although its dark black texture was worn a little, it fit comfortably in the hand. Its cutting part was matte silver, and tiny blood flower patterns were embroidered on it.
To make a trial, the Blood God performed a few cutting movements by turning the daggers both around herself and in her hand at the same time. After this movement of hers lasting not even five seconds, no one could utter a word; all had witnessed a dazzling scene.
When the disciple candidate coming from the Bloody Moon Fiefdom swung Mora's training weapons, an air blew as if the daggers had been in her hands since they were made. As if they were made only for her; there was an old taste in the harmony between the two.
"Very good, I thank the Sheikh for this kindness!"
Nora in Nora disguise walked to the Fifth Circle giving a measured nod; meanwhile, her eyes were on Ekaterina scrutinizing her from high above.
"I hope this one won't be as easy as the previous one!"
No one heard what she said, even her own ears, but judging by the changing facial expression of the beautiful woman, she had succeeded in reading Nora's lips.
"Well, let's go already!"
When Nora passed to the Fifth Circle, the remaining ones from the Bloody Moon Trio started proceeding too; this time the Head Supervisor didn't feel the need to ask anything. He had understood that the weapons of people clearing the Fourth Circle at this speed couldn't be as bad as they looked.
"What are you waiting for, walk to the Fourth Circle!"
While Antuan was staring at the backs of the trio in a hypnotized way, a voice rang inside his brain. The Third Elder was telling him to proceed because they had been humiliated in the eyes of the entire public including Fiefdom Stands.
"Don't worry at all, if they could pass this fast, I can succeed too!"
Antuan started walking with running steps; even before the Head Supervisor asked, a huge war hammer had already appeared in his hand. Both ends of this weapon, whose handle close to half a meter in length was wrapped with leathers, were designed to crush.
As if there was a huge four-cornered rock at the top of the weapon; unlike Antuan, it looked very wild. The Bloody Star Clan representative entered the Fourth Circle gliding like a kite; everyone other than him hadn't finished the Third Circle yet.
Although this situation annoyed those in Fiefdom stands, they couldn't raise their voices much; since the reason was largely due to the clans they were bound to changing the last test, they had bowed to their fate.
Their only joy amidst their sadness was that the formations they were subordinates of were in the same situation as them; the Bloody Moon Fiefdom was dominating the last test alone.
"We fell into Atractivo's trap; he will land on the blood crystals!"
Some clans had accepted the result; their trouble wasn't prestige but the resources they lost in gambling.
"Let's find an excuse and back out, or stall and run away without giving!"
There were those not wanting to accept their losses too, but others opposed this.
"We came this far swimming against the tide; the Royal Family even pulled the date of Festivities forward, do you want to lose your lives for a few ten thousand blood crystals?
There is no possibility for you to escape but let's say you succeeded, would this man let you get away with it? Now beside the price you will pay only with blood crystals, he adds your lives too. He lives in pleasure unaware of the world, don't you dare wake him up!"
After the representative of one of the Great Clans spoke, all voices were cut off; they started dealing with their representatives waking up inside the Third Circle.
Disciple Candidates were dropping like flies; none of the young ones who were already a handful could pass the third circle. Trials made taking the Holy Ice Sect as a model, which they entered without weapons in their hands, became the end of the road for them.
Four people remained inside the formation named Death Pit where the last test was held, and these four people were the four people who managed to pass the disciple acceptance exams attended by thousands of people. Ways to enter the Holy Blood Sect were closing for the remaining ones. Clan participants would go to their clans' training schools, and the Fiefdom public would strive to join these schools.
Being one of the six great sects required acting selectively. As Sheikh Atractivo said, numbers had no meaning in the face of power.
Nora, verifying this thesis repeatedly, had found herself inside a proof again; she was stuck among dozens of people surrounding her.
"So the bastards of the Holy Fire were waiting for me; I didn't like this place at all but for some reason, I hate you!"
Nora shouted with a loud voice while examining the group besieging her; in response to this, warriors who transferred red-hot fire energy to their weapons started their attacks.
The Blood God had Mora's daggers in her hand; she leaped forward to try these weapons in a real struggle. It could be read from their eyes that her opponents didn't expect her to be this fast.
Nora made her first dagger blow by striking under the chin of a beautiful-faced woman and pulling from between her two eyebrows; blood particles mixed into the air.
Then, to escape from the sword descending on her torso, she somersaulted on the ground and cut the ankles of the warriors remaining on her right and left sides from their tendons.
They were forced to kneel in pain; in the same time frame, the daggers of the Blood God standing up moved upwards too.
During the blink of an eye, three people lost their lives; others witnessing this moved away from her rapidly.
"A total Holy Fire behavior; no matter how arrogant you look, you are nothing but a handful of cowards!"
Nora's eyes shone; what a coincidence that the blood flowers on the cutting part of the daggers were just like two pairs of blood-red eyes too.
"I had guessed it; although I didn't know Abarran, I understood he was a man fond of his daughter!"
Daggers were collecting the blood smeared on them inside the blood flowers; a second or two later, the top of the daggers would be covered with a red energy.
"He must have thought of such a method to reduce energy expenditure during a possible war; there is no need for these but it's not like they didn't attract my interest!"
Formation energy disguised as Holy Fire Disciple gathered in one place; they took a harder and difficult-to-overcome state against Nora.
"All of you, me alone; just like it was with Mora a hundred years ago!"
Inside another formation, Count Jashua scattered enemies piling onto him by swinging his pole-like weapon on its own axis.
"You are still not sufficient for me to show the true form of my weapon!"
The Young Count went on the attack towards the enemy in front of him; judging by the faltering of the target, he had received damage in the swing a moment ago, albeit small.
Alis was fighting at the same point with the other two people too; his pants turning red from blood stains now and his naked upper body were the target of attacks containing fire energy.