Sicar's lips twitched, fighting back a laugh.
"Shut the fuck up, Regi! Let me concentrate!"
By now, the accumulated mental pressure had forced most candidates to activate their defensive skills.
Then the level jumped again.
Level 4
BOOM
Blood exploded from orifices across the chamber.
Noses, ears, eyes and mouths all began streaming crimson as the pressure multiplied beyond what unprotected minds could withstand.
But nobody gave up.
Everyone gathered here represented the strongest A rank awakeners in the Federation, people who'd survived years of brutal combat and impossible odds.
Pride alone would keep them standing.
Even Damian was starting to feel something now.
A faint pressure against the edges of his consciousness, like someone tapping on a door that refused to open.
'Interesting.'
His hands remained in his pockets, posture still completely casual.
'Starting to feel a slight headache...'
