As the first new blood who dared to draw his sword on a Formal Wizard, Lucien couldn't help but take an extra glance at this new blood, then gave him a friendly smile, "Very good."
Perhaps emboldened by the presence of a leader, the other new bloods also ignited the bravery and fierceness within their hearts.
"Judgment!"
"Judgment!"
"Mercy…"
One Wizard Apprentice after another stepped onto the judgment platform, casting their vote and invisibly deciding the fate of a Formal Wizard. And Lucien, throughout it all, never said anything, nor did he interfere with this sacred process of execution.
During this time, Wizard Morgan briefly lifted his head and opened his eyes, but eventually, he let his head fall weakly and closed his eyes in despair.
"Gods cannot bleed," Lucien watched the Wizard Apprentices casting their votes and silently said to himself.