The crowd buzzed again when Evan was called. Another elite was called, what would be his result?

As they wondered this, the lad in question stepped forward. A lad with a bandaged nose and swollen chin walked up to the station and emptied his pouch on the platform available.

“What in the world happened to him?” This question fell out of a girl’s mouth mistakenly, but it likewise was the question of everyone’s mind.

The boy next to her shook his head, “No one knows. In fact, Cruze aside, the other elites look like they fought some kind of wild beast. And they wouldn’t say a word about it to anyone.”

Everyone was surprised to see how bedraggled and haggard the boys were looking. One might not help but ask if this was the same trial they’ve conducted over the years or if something added to it. It got to the point where the elites were wounded to this extent.

“Could it be Caesar?” the girl asked. It was no private matter that Caesar and Evan never crossed the same path without a fight ensu