At the northern extremity of the pocket world, the forest grew darker, its shadows deepening with an almost oppressive weight. The trees here towered higher, their gnarled branches twisting into intricate patterns that obscured the sky above. Their bark was dark and rough, while the leaves rustled with a whispering sound, as if sharing secrets of ancient magic. The atmosphere crackled with chaotic prana, pulsating like a heartbeat, filling the air with an electric tension that set the hairs on the back of one's neck on edge.
Just like the cadets of the special class, the A class—ranked just below them—had also been sent into this pocket world for training.
Currently, two teams from the A class occupied this foreboding location, separated by only forty kilometers. The distance felt negligible in the eerie silence, as each team navigated the mysterious depths of the forest, at first it appeared there was no connection between them but soon it would be revealed.
