It was the third and final day of training, before the two entered their first F-rank dungeon. Nova and Adam were on the eighth floor, where the floor had been reconstructed to display holographic F-rank Beastarian wolves to fight the two individually.
Nova stood at the edge, rolling his shoulders, as Adam was beside, breathing heavily to calm himself. The room was cold, accommodating the Beasarian wolves, since these ones specifically were made for the tundra.
Adam's breath produced a nervous, puffy cloud. His eyes were darting around, scanning everything, trying to act like Nova. He was available to map out the fight somewhat in his head, his vision wide and sharp.
