Trafalgar looked around the moment the hunting grounds finished taking shape around him. Wind moved through the trees from both sides, carrying the smell of damp bark, old leaves, and wild mana. He had landed in the forest. Tall trunks rose close together, roots twisting across the ground, branches thick enough to break sightlines after only a few steps.
'So I got the forest.'
He clicked his tongue inwardly.
'I don't like this zone. If I'm aiming for first place, the mini desert or the lake would be better. Or I go deeper inside and see if the forest hides something worth the trouble.'
Maledicta materialized in his hand. Dark-blue mana gathered first, then the sword took shape in his grip, its familiar weight settling there like it had always belonged. That alone was enough to ease the slight irritation from landing in the wrong zone.
