Brent was exhausted. He was just simply exhausted. As he exited the arena and entered the stands, he only had the desire to just sit in the first seat he came to. That's just what he did, too. He slumped into the seat and, just as he did when he passed challenge three, he buried his face in his hands and closed his eyes.

A Runespoor.

It had nearly gotten the best of him, and even though he'd defeated it in the end, it had taken all his energy with it. After this, he just needed a really long nap. He just hoped it wouldn't plagued with nightmares.

This was it, though. He'd passed IMPS. Win or lose, he'd passed all four rounds. It had been the experience of a lifetime, and in a way, he'd miss it. He'd loved the way the challenges had exercised his brain, and in all his years of studies, he'd never experienced magic in such a real word manner. The scores would be up soon enough, and whether he won or not, he would forever be grateful for being chosen as a champion.