Tamara understands that everything in the house threatens and reminds visitors of how small their accomplishments are in front of Myrdalda's collection. She looked up just in time to catch one last glimpse of a woman in a gray floor-length dress with dark red leather tassels, followed by another butler passing the split-level staircase. The heels of her boots struck the floor with a strange metallic sound. She glanced down at the group of apprentices, a ghostly smile on her lips, and disappeared from sight.

Eventually, the butler led them into a medium-sized waiting room, with parallel floors and a Levik table clock, made of ivory and mother-of-pearl, to keep the time on time. At the end of the room, a pair of dark doors were solemn, and there was a gate window at eye level. The butler tapped his cane on the wooden floor and motioned for everyone to sit on the bench against the wall and wait.

"Whoever gets read by name goes into the interview room," he began. "Go to the podium and give your name. Briefly introduce what you want to demonstrate, and then explain the synopsis of the principle, and I repeat, the synopsis. You will be judged by the learned craftsmen of the Myrdalda family, who are undoubtedly more knowledgeable than you. Personally, I recommend that you answer questions as short as possible, as they can easily get impatient. If you succeed, take the door on the left. If you don't succeed, take the door on the right. That's it, good luck. ”

The butler had said this many times, but Tamara listened attentively to every word. She held her satchel in one hand and told herself that it was enough to win her the favor of any Piltover family at any given time. She exchanged glances with Gisber and Colette, both of whom were nervous, and she unexpectedly noticed that her heart was beating faster. She'd been preparing for the Evolution Day interview for so long, but the thought that she might mess everything up at the last step gave her a heartburn. She hadn't felt this way in a long time, and she smiled. This feeling will keep her alert and focused. She took Gisber's hand and squeezed it gently. Beads of sweat already covered his forehead, and he responded with a reluctant smile in thanks. Colette stared straight ahead, glancing at the students sitting across from him, apparently guessing who would be selected and who would be eliminated.

The sluice on the black door opened, and everyone immediately became nervous. The man inside called out a name, and a young girl stood up. The door opened from the other side, and she nervously slipped inside. A musty smell of old wood wafted out, and with the atmosphere of the interview room, Tamara began to imagine what it would be like inside.

Six more students entered, and then it was their turn. Colette was the first. She stood up resolutely, exhaled, and walked through the black door without looking back.

"She's fine," Gisber said quietly. "It must be fine."

"You too, Guise," Tamara said, though she feared he would be overly nervous. The boy from Zuanlai was very good at craft, but his nervous nerves could easily affect him in front of Piltover's nobles of fame.

Two more students were named. Tamara looked at the clock and noticed that everyone's interview time was getting shorter and shorter. Have the learned craftsmen of the Myrdal family begun to get impatient? Is this good or bad for the rest of the students?

When Gisber heard his name, he jumped up from the bench. He almost dropped his backpack on the ground, but held on at the last minute. His face was red, his ears were red, and he was sweating profusely.

"Take a deep breath," Tamara suggested to him. "Nothing is difficult for you. Your work is good. ”

"Can you pass it?" He asked.

Tamara thought she already knew the answer, but she nodded and said, "Yes." ”

He walked through the door, and the other apprentices were read by name, until only Tamara herself remained. The waiting room was empty, but she still felt like someone was watching her. When she finally heard her name, she was relieved. She calmed herself down for a moment, then turned and walked through the door, into the interview room.

The room on the other side of the door was circular, and illuminating the room was a myriad of small glowing glass balls, all suspended above the menorah. Each candlestick is carved in the shape of an open hand, as if to spread light to the world. Faced with such arrogant decorations, Tamara tried her best to resist the urge to mock. This room is dedicated to lectures, with rounded bench seats that climb up to the rear in a stepped pattern. In the middle is a modest wooden podium and a workbench, with a door on each side of the room. Success is on the left, failure is on the right.

There were at least a hundred seats on the benches, but there were only five people sitting in front of her, two men and three women, all dressed in the dark red robes of the master craftsmen. They were writing something on a huge notepad with a gilded quill pen, and the sound of scratching the paper sounded so clear under the room's brilliant echo design. Each of them has a genuine Hextech enhancement. She could sense that they wanted to end the interview as soon as possible.

"Name?" One of the women said without looking up.

"Tamara Rotali"

"What are you going to demonstrate?" One of the men asked. His lips were unmoved, a silver-mesh collar was tied around his neck, and his voice was unnaturally metallic.

Tamara placed her satchel on the workbench and pulled out her work. A set of wires are interwoven in an orderly manner in a cube, with an acid-etched sphere in the center.

"I call it the Hex's Concentric Ring Amplifier."

"Designed for?" He asked again, and the mechanical pronunciation made Tamara very uncomfortable, and she tried to suppress herself from showing it.

"By controlling the properties of a crystal, thereby exponentially amplifying its output, it surpasses all current means."

Her tone was very calm, but the arrogance in her words was harsh enough. The five master craftsmen all looked up at her intently now. Their boasting about their apprentices may have been commonplace, but the confidence in her tone clearly raised their interest.

"How?" A man with snow-white hair asked. He has a prosthetic eye, carefully cut out like a gemstone in multiple planes, embedded in the middle of a ceramic piece, which is fixed to his face covered in burn scars.

"The geometry of the crystal is very important, as is the axis of rotation." Tamara said as she opened the spherical hatch in the center of the device, revealing the elaborate brackets inside. A delicate metal chain hangs from the top of the ball, like an expensive necklace, waiting to be tied to an energy crystal. "My unit is able to read the rotational speed and the declination angle of the axis and adjust it at any time for optimal energy output."