It was the third and final day of training before Nova and Adam entered their first F-rank dungeon. The two were back on the eighth floor of the American Guild, but the training room looked nothing like it had during their earlier exercises. The floor had been reconstructed into a wide stretch of frozen ground, with uneven rocks, patches of ice, and enough space for them to fight separately.
The room was unusually cold, as the environment had been designed to accommodate a pair of holographic F-rank Beastarian wolves. These particular wolves belonged to the tundra, where their thick fur and powerful bodies allowed them to survive conditions that would leave most ordinary creatures helpless.
Nova stood near the edge of the arena, rolling his shoulders and testing the movement of his arms. His body had recovered from yesterday's sparring, but he still remembered how easily Marcus had overwhelmed them.
