The tests continued in this fashion.
One after another, recruits went in full of hope and came out looking like they'd been used as a speed bag.
A fire-elementalist lasted just ninety seconds, his flames crushed by silent force, snuffing out both fire and confidence with brutal ease.
It quickly became clear that lasting for three minutes was the benchmark for true excellence, the point where the Vice-Principals on the dais would offer a glint of interest, a subtle nod of approval.
It was a test of will as much as skill, a desperate struggle against an opponent that could not be beaten, only endured.
Then, it was Olenna's turn. She walked to the pod with a calm, confident stride, her elegant business suit a stark contrast to the battle-worn fatigues of the others.
She gave Daniel a quick, knowing look before stepping inside.