"Everybody, put your pens down," the instructor at the front of the room declared, her voice cutting through the remaining scuffle of paper and scratches of pen.
'The exam has ended. Now, no talking until all the papers have been collected."
A ripple of reluctant nods of compliance spread across the room as pens clicked against the desk. Vergil sighed, leaning back against wood.
The two hours of the examination had been a mixture of pain and suffering.
I can't even remember what I wrote for half the questions. Will I even get in?
There was only one thing Vergil could do now.
Prove himself in the practical exam.
He watched the instructors gather all the papers, the lead instructor — a tall woman with braided silver hair speak.
"The theory exam has been completed. Now we move on to where you will show us your potential." Her words turned serious.
"The practical exam."
She turned towards the door, her coat swaying as she opened it.
