"So that meant I had passed the first stage of the trial?"
After releasing the immensely powerful senses of a Bright Moon Professional to examine his body and savoring the pleasant feeling of his thoughts flowing freely again, Punk could only be described as utterly bewildered.
That was it? Didn't "provisionally considered passed, pending the Archmage's personal decision" basically mean he had passed outright? After all, Dolush had long since fallen, and no one in the entire Multiverse would ever come to investigate Punk's secrets.
Well, if it made no sense, then it made no sense. No matter what, passing the first stage of the trial was not a bad thing. Although this strange "pass" seemed inexplicable no matter how he looked at it, and even gave him a faint sense that he had cheated for no reason... aside from not getting to taste a bite of tomato scrambled eggs, there was nothing else for Whisper of Destruction to be unhappy about, was there? At the very least, he had gotten to hold his own Donut again.
Thus, after shaking his head helplessly, the spellcaster stopped dwelling on that trial that had refused to follow the usual script and decisively turned his gaze toward the endless white space before him.
The trial had two stages in total. Now that the first stage, which should theoretically have been the most troublesome, had somehow been cleared by Punk without him even knowing what the question was, then what would the second stage be?
"A trial set by God Seat Archmage Dolush cannot possibly be easy. Although the trial process itself holds no danger, passing it certainly will not be simple. I relied on luck to pass the first stage, but I cannot relax in the slightest from here on. Let's see what