[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.
