147 An SSS Rank Warlock
Jerouch melted with the river of crowd, quickly paving his path to walk to the front in between brushing shoulders against others accompanied by low growl of curses.
The mass of goutng warlock's was bustling with noise, the earlier veil of tranquility torn into shreds under the siege of cacophony of idle talks and gossips.
Those who each other were in groups chit chatting, and those who were here to make friends were doing just fine.
Of course, at the very front were those who regarded themselves as the elites of the younger generation.
Despite the tension, anticipation, and tortuous anxiousness that weaved into the hearts of the candidates,the more experience among them managed to maintain their stern and confident countenance. Even though some were masquerading their tensed heart with facade of confidence.