Chapter 91: A-Class Cadets
At the northern extremity of the pocket world, the forest grew darker, its shadows deepening with an almost oppressive weight. The trees here towered higher, their gnarled branches twisting into intricate patterns that obscured the sky above. Their bark was dark and rough, while the leaves rustled with a whispering sound, as if sharing secrets of ancient magic. The atmosphere crackled with chaotic prana, pulsating like a heartbeat, filling the air with an electric tension that set the hairs on the back of one’s neck on edge.
Just like the cadets of the special class, the A class—ranked just below them—had also been sent into this pocket world for training.
Currently, two teams from the A class occupied this foreboding location, separated by only forty kilometers. The distance felt negligible in the eerie silence, as each team navigated the mysterious depths of the forest, at first it appeared there was no connection between them but soon it would be revealed.
Like the special class, their team was composed of both a Knight and a Mage. The Knight was a striking female with long chestnut hair cascading down her back and piercing green eyes that glimmered with determination. Armed with two short swords, she wielded the Law of Wind with deft precision. Alongside her was the male Mage, specializing in the Law of Water, whose calm demeanor belied the power of his magic.
Currently, the duo faced a well-organized group of seven Hobgoblins. After nearly two days of relentless battles, they had honed their skills, their teamwork becoming perfect as time passes, this made them a formidable team to face. The female Knight took on the role of the vanguard, charging into the fray, while the male Mage positioned himself in the rearguard, strategically assisting from the back with a variety of Water spells.
As the Knight charged forward, a vibrant green light enveloped her body, enhancing her agility and speed. The Law of Wind coursed through her, and she felt lighter, almost weightless. With her short swords gleaming, she darted toward the closest three Hobgoblins, her blades poised for combat. Each step was calculated, her movements fluid as she navigated the chaos of battle.
The Hobgoblins, muscular and menacing, were taken aback by her sudden onslaught. With a fierce battle cry, she engaged them head-on, her short swords slicing through the air with deadly accuracy. The first Hobgoblin swung its crude axe at her, but she ducked under the attack, her agility allowing her to evade with ease. In one swift motion, she retaliated, her left sword finding its mark in the creature’s side, the blade sinking deep into its flesh.
Blood sprayed as the Hobgoblin let out a guttural howl of pain,
’’Gyah~’’
However, the female Knight was relentless.
Swoosh!