Kayan Fourth wing

Can anyone change their mind?" Zyden asked, scanning the ranks of recruits, some of whom had broken away from the Blue Dragons column behind him. "No? Excellent. You'll probably be dead by next summer." Silence fell over the formation, as if fear had suddenly gripped them from the left."A third of you will die before you even cross the roof, just like last year. Nobody here cares who you are or who your parents are. Even Erin Kiang was killed during the test, so don't come to me assuming you'll survive just because someone got you into the Dragon Rider Pavilion."
Then he continued, his tone a mixture of coldness and menace: "Another aspect of this truth is that death comes directly to you—face to face—and it could come to me at any moment, because I am always judged by my intentions. It's not just fire... it's just the beginning, and here I am again, donning the black suit, its bronze sparks gleaming in the light, and the diagonal line On the sleeve of my jacket, the kind that distinguishes fifth-year students. The red color spreads across the robe like a sign of blood, a constant reminder that you are nothing but prey. Then Zayden said, stepping forward toward the blue sea dragon and staring at me, "Because you are neither immune nor special to me."The dragon will only allow us to choose you if we want to. Otherwise, you are just prey."