[The primordial entity, Quinlan Elysiar…]
[…has passed.]
Quinlan stared at the words.
For a heartbeat, he thought he had misread them.
Then his breath caught.
Behind him, movement stirred.
Mearie was the first to speak. "Quinnie?"
Seraphiel stepped closer. "What is it? What's wrong?"
Quinlan did not turn.
"It says I passed," he murmured.
Silence fell hard.
"… What?" Luminara gasped, shocked.
That single word rippled outward. Conversations cut off. Heads turned. Even those who had already begun walking away slowed, sensing something off.
"Passed?" Mearie repeated with disbelief, clear in her voice.
Quinlan finally pulled his hand back from the monument.
"It didn't start. There is no trial."
Seraphiel stepped up beside him to hold his hand. Her gorgeous, crystal clear, blue eyes stared up at him with concern.
"That… Are you sure, Quin? Look, even the primordials look shocked!"
A low murmur spread through the square.
