Andar had chosen Introductory Formation as his first test because it was relatively easy to run through it without wasting much time, but that was only relative to someone like Andar.
The Lava blade danced across the sheets of Soft Steel making precise cuts with no wasted movements, and because Andar had sharpened both ends of the blade, he could make them rotate and bend them in any shape he desired for the desired results he wanted.
All these while his eyes were closed, that was because he had already simulated everything he needed to do, and his eyes did not need to be open to see his workings, for it would serve as a source of distraction to him.
Deron was one of the Acolytes that had been carving slowly on his Soft Steel using the blade given for this test and did not distract himself like others were doing when the Wonder Boy arrived.
He had been here for thirteen years and was still just a level 3 Acolyte, this was not a strange thing for many Acolytes to be stuck on this stage for decades, so many used the opportunity to begin studying another field of knowledge, that could perhaps help them to find the inspiration to become a Mage.
With this test, he was confident that he should be able to carve out twenty percent of the Barrier Formation, which was enough to earn a passing grade, and he could answer four hundred questions with reasonable accuracy.
He would not be earning the top score in this test, but Deron was sure he would be average, such tests were created not to be totally solved but to push the Acolytes to their limits.
He knew of Andar, and although he envied his talents, he understood that life was a race you could only run alone, and it was useless to be envious of the gifts of others, with this mindset in mind, he focused on carving his Formation, after studying for three years in this field, he was confident in his approach.
In a decade or two if he failed to become an official Mage, he would have learned all the basis of Formation and Inscription, and his expertise would be sought, all over the Federation, even by Mages, that meant he should focus on what he was doing now as nothing else mattered.
Yet he could still feel a growing tension in the air that was getting more difficult to resist, it was in the silence, as if the world was holding its breath. No longer able to stand the tension he looked ahead to the lights he had been seeing at the corner of his vision and he swallowed, his carving knife falling from nerveless fingers.
You could hear about something a thousand times but it would never hit you as hard as seeing it once.
He barely broke out of his reverie to bring out a Recording Talisman to ensure he captured every single moment of this amazing display before him, distractingly noticing that nearly every student here was recording. He also brought out his personal communication device and connected to the forum where he started streaming live.
Andar had his two hands stretched before him and his eyes were closed, he was surrounded by a soft silver wind that moved around his body like dragons, making his jacket flap like wings.
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