The moment the time reached one hour and thirty minutes before curfew, the six guards who had been standing like unmoving statues finally stepped forward at the same time.
Their boots struck the ground in unison, the sound echoing slightly across the training grounds, and with calm but firm authority, they stopped the remaining candidates from entering the tower.
No one argued nor complained.
Since, the rule about night curfew had already been drilled into everyone's mind, and after everything they had gone through in the trials so far, no one was foolish enough to challenge it.
So, one after another, the candidates began to leave.
Groups gathered together, speaking quietly as they walked away.
Vera left with most of her group, her posture straight, her expression calm as if nothing in the day had surprised her.
Priscilla's group followed soon after.
Henry's group moved out in an orderly manner.
