Moments passed and the strong current of the wind began to drop at a drastic speed.
Boulders that rose high in the air from the strong forces had begun to descend, slamming against the ground before breaking into pieces.
The victims within had become a bit clearer now.
Robed figures, basked in their robes of black. Cloaks over their heads and their bodies stretched out in resisting the impact.
These were people from the level seventy. Defeating them was not going to be an easy feat. Especially for a number of first and second years.
Yet, under the luminance of the moon. Within the dark clouds that cascaded across the expanse of the sky, and the rain drops that fell with increasing intensity.
The students approached it with wary expressions.
Weapons out. Mana surged. Aura prepared and attacks pre-determined.
Now, was the wait. The wait for the leaders of their Student Front.
