As Coordinator Lycaonia instructed, the Trinities of Students try to plan their tactics and alienation, for whatever test awaits for them in the Training Field.
The area below the ground floor is a cubical room with reinforced armored walls, strange runes are glimmig dimly with amber golden energy from each square tile.
Omitting the reception at the entrance, three narrow corridors extend from each side of the cuve. In turn, these lead to rectangular chambers, each with three ethereal vortexes.
Unbeknown to the Students. The Testing Fields are in truth Fake Zones. Created and monitored by the Auxiliary Staff of the Intercultural Academy.
Unlike what most Coordinators do for their educational program, bumping theoretical knowledge to their Students.
Lycaonia is a firm believer of Practical Lessons, not to reinforce the formation of the students, if not to engrain in their brains a silver of the dire world Dhägna'Hür truly is.
Standing in the center of the chamber, the entire class is on hold, impatient and terrified, insecurity increasing with every glance they make to the eerie energetic whirlwinds.
Like tornadoes waiting to tear through a village, the vortexes (Zones) are a cruel reminder of the reality they never wanted to face, even the Fake ones. Because unlike hurricanes, Zones don't have an eye to be safe of, of the turmoil of dreading dangers lurking in their tetric deceiving confines.
"For those who prefer not to participate in the Test. Be at ease, you are free to leave. But. Don't forget the belongings in wherever place you are residing… , In this Intercultural Academy, there is no room for cowards or weaklings, both are a waste of resources, and time is the most precious. So… , Yes. If you refuse. You are expelled… , If you fail. You are expelled… , Dead is a possibility, which means you are expelled too. We can't allow weaklings in our records, that would stain the Zindrack Conglomerate".
No one backs off. Whether they have no alternative, want to maintain their facade, or out of pure pride, every single student is arguably ready for the challenging test.
"Good!…". Mockingly teases Lycaonia, her smirk dismissive and annoying, inspiring some students the need to punch her in the face, while others get more nervous.
"Twenty Hours. That's how long your Trinities must stay inside of a vortex. Of course, you can also try to collaborate with the other five Trinities that will accompany you, in other words, two Triskelions, enough people to clear up these Fake Zones, i mean, Testing Fields".
{The Coordinator is not wrong, though six people should be sufficient for twenty hours}
"I almost forgot this fact. Time inside of the Fake Zones is slower than out here, keep that in mind, since restoring Empiric Energy will be slower. But not for much, only a fifth of the usual rate".
{That's 100 hours, no different than two days, depending on how big this Fake Zones are, food and shelter should be prioritized}
Divided into three groups of eighteen people, the students stand in front of each vortex.
The vibrant tonalities of purple and magenta are a chaotic cacophony, swirling with a bewitching, hypnotic and concerning rhythm that depletes the bravery of anyone who dares to fix it's stare for too long.
Hesitation spikes up, worrying the rookie virgins students who are yet to pierce the energetic veil of a portal for the first time in their clueless oblivious lifes.
"Hubby. You are the attacker. But please, don't be too reckless. I can heal your injuries, but with the time delay. Is not wise to over-relay on my abilities, be careful".
"How thoughtful of you My Wifey". He says tucking a lock of hair behind Niveilia's left ear, the tickling embarrasses her, flushing with the attention her Boyfriend is giving her. "But there's a small inconvenience Wifey".
"Which is?".
"Well. Considering we are not going to have a break for our lunch. Can i have a good luck kiss?".
"A small one?".
"I said a kiss, not a peck Wifey".
Niveilia shrugs, in her shame, she looks around, everyone is focused on the vortexes, so she gathers her courage, standing on her tiptoes to shyly kiss N'Ïrk, for almost ten consecutive seconds, at this point, Å'Vría coughs, warning the couple, as it's time to move on.
Lined up in a triangular formation, N'Ïrk walks at the front. Bräzzeya and Niveilia follow him through the vortex. Poor vegetation is present at the other side, a fogged gloomy forest with decaying rotten trees, moss everywhere, and thick watery mud that immediately stresses several of the ladies and even some dudes, their heels and shoes dirtied with the environment which affects dresses, pants and socks alike.
*Argh!*. "That Presumptuous Bitch!".
Screams a burnett blue eyed damsel with dark hair in dreadlocks, her tremendous fury, provokes an echo that reverberates across the area, instilling the fleeting flapping of many wings, an entire flock fleeing in terror from the enraged aura emanated from the damsel.
Her boots of expensive suede are a complete mess, and the stench of the place is pungent, with an oily gaseous consistency that is disgusting to feel in the nostrils.
"Stop complaining and use the Emeneld Actively". Suggests Friggia Qualoon. The towering third member of Å'Vría's and Mayrzzya's Trinity, a muscular redhead Tomboy with yellow locks and blue eyes and lips that doesn't stand out much due to her pale violet skin.
"As if that would help!. Mannish Hoyden!".
"It does". Comments N'Ïrk shortly, ignoring the fuss, and advancing out of the muddy pond.
"That's stupid, you think being the Teacher's Pet will grant you anything?!. Smartass!".
{Making the Teacher (Coordinator) My Pet?. That sounds exciting!}
"You are the stupid one here, Otzzana". Says Mayrzzya. She may not like N'Ïrk, but Friggia and him are part of her Triskelion, that means they are on her side.
"You really think that pretending to have an Active Emeneld, by using an illusion, could fool Coordinator Lycaonia. Don't be so naive and gullible, she didn't say anything, so you will lower your guard and die here. She was quite direct with her warning, and this fumes are toxic. Good luck surviving for the next two days, until the vortex to go out of this Fake Zone is materialized"…