The day of the trip had finally arrived.
And, to everyone's surprise… There was no teleportation circle waiting for them. Instead... they needed to walk.
Actually walking...
...Apparently, that was the first test granted by Clarentine's Academy.
Fifteen hours had passed since they started walking under a sky that slowly turned from bright blue to dull orange, then to deep violet.
Their feet ached, clothes clung to sweat, and even the most disciplined among them had started to breathe heavier.
The road beneath them had long turned from stone to packed dirt, then to a seemingly darker atmosphere, as if the land itself was slowly swallowing their steps.
"Gooooooosh… can we stop now?!" Ronan groaned loudly, bending forward with his hands on his knees.
"We've been walking for more than fifteen hours already! My legs are dead!"
Selina simply rolled her eyes at him and continued on walking.
"The faster we get there, the faster we'll rest," she added expressionlessly.
