Twenty minutes earlier, the first subject of the hatchling entrance test had concluded. There were still four more subjects to go.

Aurora sat at the back of the classroom, looking at the group of young candidates from various species, already scheming about how she could have some fun in such a serious environment.

Just then, Moon approached her.

“Aurora.”

“What’s up, Second Sister?”

“Are you feeling unwell?” Moon asked with genuine concern.

Aurora blinked and shook her head. “No, why do you ask?”

“I noticed you spent half the test resting your head on the desk. I thought you might …