[One week later.]
[The Outskirts of Sector 7 – En Route to the Designated Gate.]
"Huff... Huff..."
The trek through the rugged terrain was a reminder that mid-term exams at Kalmira Elite Hunter Academy were never confined to a classroom. For second- and third-year students, the evaluation took place in the field, under the looming shadows of active gates.
"Huff... Huff..."
Ryan, one of these second-years, adjusted the heavy straps of the oversized equipment pack, his breath hitching with every uneven step.
'Damn it. I really have bad luck!'
If the choice had been in his hands, he would have picked any other team in the academy to clear this dungeon with. Because-
"Hey, support trash! What are you daydreaming about!"
The arrogant, mocking voice sliced through the sound of crunching gravel.
Garin, a boy with fiery red hair and a sneer that never seemed to leave his face, looked back with pure annoyance.
