The fourth trial they would face was a complete mystery to them and since Damon had suffered the most during the trial of sin, Lazarak wanted him to take it easy during the next trial.
Damon glanced at him with a calm leisurely expression while sipping his tea, his posture relaxed as if nothing in the world could bother him.
Lazarak slowly walked to the table and attempted to sit. Unfortunately, his toddler body made the adult sized chair hopelessly unsuitable.
His tiny legs dangled in the air, and he slid right off the edge. He stared at the chair with visible irritation before lifting his small hand.
A stack of books floated off the shelves and arranged neatly on the seat. He climbed back up, planted himself on the improvised throne, and cleared his throat.
"Cough cough." He coughed awkwardly at his own actions, waiting for Damon to mock him. Damon did not even look up from his tea.
Lazarak kept his gaze steady.
"I'm afraid the next trial is not suited for me."
