Jim moved slowly towards the altar. All the eyes fell upon him but he didn't care.
He knew Hector gave him a ring containing what was salvaged from the pit for sure. That meant at least he would get a score equal to Hector, or a little higher.
Even if he wasn't the king, he would end up being the first in the grade one list and one of the top ten ever in the academy.
And that was more than enough for him.
"Put your hands on the pillar," the master said once Jim reached the rounded base of the altar. "Both hands please."
Jim stood there for a moment before he stepped on the base. "It's cold," he muttered to himself while feeling the altar base with his feet.
"We have no time, move now or be disqualified," the master said in a harsh tone.
"He might be afraid," the last dragon kid suddenly said before laughing in mockery, "I bet he is going to piss his pants. Is this the one rumored to be a king? A king of what? A bunch of losers?"