Outside the Az Tunnel, the sun was on the ascent.
It has been five hours since Hal and the others began marching towards the other end of the dark stretch, yet the light at the other end of the tunnel still couldn't be seen.
Everyone, including those who were well-trained physically, was exhausted.
They'd only rested one time for twenty minutes.
Aside from that, nothing.
The Augurs of the Thirteenth Regiment tried their best to keep everyone going by using all kinds of buff and rejuvenation spells.
However, it didn't seem like they would be able to for long, as even they were barely on their toes, their mana running low.
A short young man wearing graded combat goggles finally couldn't resist and spent a sizable portion of his remaining energy to walk to the head of the pack, shockingly cutting through the formations and passing even the Zephyr Battalion wizards.
Hal and the others from the Chaos Platoon could only look on in confusion as Hao advanced at an unwise pace.
