162 Weeping Reaper

The freshmen from Agricultural University were the last batch of fighters to arrive at Shattered Starlake. 

Over the past half a month or so, the upperclassmen from the universities had already started fighting. 

The military school was in a somewhat unique situation. It had sent most of its students to become the main force in clearing out Shattered Starlake. 

When the freshmen entered the ten-thousand-man tent at the center of the camp, the air had a bloody scent that was as strong as a tidal wave. A thick layer of blood and grime covered the floor boards. 

The students who had arrived ahead of time had long since lost their naivety from university. Most of the boys had stubble on their faces and looked a little shaggy. They had an air of fierceness about them. The girls looked just as heroic. Their gazes were as aggressive as a saber. 

The five universities of the alliance had their own unique features.