Back in the training area, the situation had become completely miserable.
Feron, Iris, Varka, Loraine, Erlin, Azton, Oriana, Slifera, and Elisa were all sprawled across the ground like corpses.
Feron stared blankly at the sky, his arms and legs spread out like his soul had already left his body. "I… take back everything I said about dangerous shortcuts."
Iris lay nearby with faint smoke rising from her body. Her fiery temper was still there, but even she did not have enough strength left to curse properly. "This… is not training. This is child abuse."
Giselle slowly hopped around them with both hands behind her back, looking strangely cheerful.
"No, no." She shook her head seriously. "You are not children. You are bugs."
Feron weakly turned his head toward her. "That doesn't make it better."
Varka was lying flat on the ground, still grinning despite her trembling arms. "Hahaha… damn. This is crazy."
