Ruger used his little head to wildly estimate that this teleportation had taken far less time than the last one, so they probably had not traveled very far—perhaps they were still somewhere in the Endless Sea.
Ruger rolled his shoulders and quietly surveyed his surroundings.
This place was clearly gathered with a large number of examinees like himself. Of course, they were also unlike him, because he had already completed the assessment and become one of the so-called qualified.
Ruger wondered whether he should feel a little smug, like a real little kobold—perhaps by raising his tail.
Of course, what he felt more was relief.
Though he had no idea what the following assessment would become, at least he no longer had to compete with these people.
Besides, he had no tail. Neither Aisijin nor Big Silly Hum had one either. None of the kobolds in their branch had tails. Kobolds, who seemed frail yet bore a trace of connection to dragons, apparently had more than one lineage. Sometimes he would think about such useless things. Perhaps few wizards would waste their time studying such weak creatures, especially their evolution.
Ruger saw that some people nearby had already sat down to rest, even beginning to meditate. Before arriving here, each of them had been facing different circumstances. Some might have been in danger, and having come here without knowing what awaited them next, they naturally needed to seize the chance to recover.
Ruger scratched his head and quietly sat down as well.
Behind him happened to be a short, half-dead tree. It was a rare sight in this bare place. Its dusty-gray trunk leaned at a slight angle, looking like a comfortable support.
Ruger sat on the ground and comfortably leaned against it.
This place looked like a great canyon.