Walking through the gates were the seven students who had appeared in the dungeon a month ago.
In the lead was a boy with golden blonde hair and blue eyes.
He had on what seemed like a worn golden armor covering his chest, shoulders, and wrists arranged over the black full body cloth he wore beneath.
Behind him was a sword made of hard light, and his expression was one of calm, befitting a leader.
Prince Lucian.
Beside him was a girl with chestnut brown hair and similarly colored eyes. She had on a long white robe that was light enough to let her move quickly.
She had an easy smile on her face as she glanced at the cheering people, it was a smile that helped solidify their hope.
This was Saintess Noelle.
Walking just behind them, slightly to the right, was a girl whose presence alone seemed to lower the temperature of the surroundings.
