"WAAAGH!!!"
That was no mere roar.
It was more like a psychic assault, a convergence of hundreds of chaotic Wills, blended with the most primal, undisguised lust for slaughter. It struck the very souls of every new student in Class 1-3 like an invisible sledgehammer.
Immediately after, the ground began to tremble at a heart-pounding frequency.
The dark red gravel danced beneath their feet, as if shivering in anticipation of the coming tide of destruction.
A green torrent erupted violently from the mine entrance, which gaped like the maw of an abyss!
Over a hundred Green-skinned kids, brandishing a motley assortment of rusty cleavers, broadaxes, and metal clubs, formed this devastating wave.
They ran without any semblance of order, shoving and trampling their own kind, all for the chance to be the first to reach the enemy and plunge their blades into flesh.
