A bright white space revealed itself to Logan's view as space compressed and expanded unceasingly filling Logan with unending nausea,
He tried to observe his surroundings to get a firm idea of what was happening and only succeeded in making his nausea worse,
His body blurred and sharply focused before a massive force landed on him, throwing him out of the white space and into a hall.
Logan spent a few moments collecting himself as he fought the rising bile in his stomach,
"All potential aspirants wishing to participate in the assessment should make payments immediately" an emotionless voice called out from the end of the hall, pulling Logan's attention,
Strengthening his will and stomach, he walked down the mason edged stone walls of the great hall he found himself in.
The large space revealed no windows but was illuminated sufficiently with a soft golden glow by floating orbs that hovered at 2 meters above the ground and at regular intervals,
The source of the uncaring voice was a round bellied man without hair and pale pink skin at the end of the hall,
His booth that appeared to be made of glass marked the end of the hall.
Approaching it, Logan pulled out the scroll and gave it to the man, "I would have sold it and brought the money but I didn't have time" Logan explained although he had no real need to,
The man sighed as he rubbed the top of his head, an unconscious behavior that might have contributed to his balding, not that Logan would mention it,
"Your number is 57" the man spoke out of the blue, waving his hand at Logan whose chest took on a glow as the number '57' appeared on it.
Golden streams of energy gathered behind Logan before compressing and forming a golden dot that slowly expanded into a golden doorway,
And without much fanfare, he entered.
On the other side of the door was a large room that seemed to be made of a white substance and just like the hall was illuminated by orbs that emitted a white glow that blended with the color of the walls,
The room was filled with other people that appeared to be of the same age range as Logan,
The room in question had only one door that currently displayed the number '16' and with a relieved sigh, Logan found a corner and sat down while ignoring the curious glances that the other people threw his way,
"Lightning Spell; Raging Bolt, quite a troublesome E rank lightning spell to handle. The scorch mark on your sleeve reveals it" a deep voice close to Logan said, pulling his attention.
Logan focused on the muscular dark skinned figure in front of him, he had his black hair braided allowing the green streaks they possessed stick out like a sore thumb,
His wore a white sleeveless shirt with dark shorts, his dark eyes shone with a metallic luster as he stared at Logan,
"I personally don't think I'd be able to handle it, especially with my elemental affinity" the young man continued with a wide grin on his face.
"The name's Orion Nyx, what's yours?" Orion's grin grew wider but was met with Logan's silence,
"The silent type, eh? Nice, I respect that" Orion was about to continue when a soft golden light spread from his chest,
"Oh, later then. It's my turn" Orion sighed as the number '17' became visible on his chest.
Orion headed to the door that opened when he stood in front of it and without hesitation,
He entered quickly, his demeanor full of confidence and the door closed behind him with the number '17' being displayed.
Logan watched Orion's figure disappear behind the closing door, 'He could tell the element and the spell that damaged my tracksuit's sleeve.
It appears that there'll be some competition in the academy', Logan surmised before closing his eyes and focusing on refilling his mana.
His focus was interrupted by a soft glow emanating from his chest, looking at it, he could see the number '57' glowing, 'So quickly? It appears that it's my turn' Logan sighed in his mind before getting up,
He took a few seconds to look around and took note of the fact that the room was essentially empty with only four people in it, excluding him,
He approached the door that soon gave way for him and entered.
The white walls of the room transitioned into a silver corridor,
Logan walked down to the end with steady step, until an exit appeared in front of him,
He entered without any pause and saw a transparent orb hovering in the air in a room with reflective, mirror like walls,
"WELCOME LOGAN KRESS TO YOUR ASSESSMENT" an androgynous voice spoke from what appeared to be everywhere causing Logan's eyes to widen,
Not because of the nature of the voice but the fact that they- the royal academy- were aware of his name as it hadn't been asked for even he paid for the assessment ,
"THE ASSESSMENT SHALL BE IN THREE PARTS TO DETERMINE YOUR SUITABILITY FOR ADMISSION AND SUBSEQUENTLY THE COURSES THAT YOU WILL UNDERTAKE" the voice continued, uncaring for Logan's inner turmoil,
"THE FIRST PART IS MANA CONTROL, THE SECOND BEING MANA SENSITIVITY AND THE LAST, BATTLE PROWESS" the voice finished.
The place he was in started rumbling as intense vibrations filled the room he was in,
Golden symbols that soon took on a glow appeared on the walls of the room, filling the room with a serene air,
"THE FIRST PART, MANA CONTROL. YOU ARE REQUIRED TO FILL THE ORB IN FRONT OF YOU WITH YOUR MANA WHILE STAYING BEHIND THE LINE" the voice spoke once more before going silent,
"What line?" Logan tilted his head in confusion, at least until a glowing red line appeared a few centimeters ahead of him,
He took half a step and found himself at the edge of the line.
Inhaling sharply, Logan prepared himself mentally, this was his one chance to enter the venerated Dawn Kingdom Royal Academy for Magic and so he couldn't mess it up,
He had no more spells to sell and with it no other choice and so, with these thoughts in his heart, Logan began.