A Solid Ideology
Once the physical training ended and the students left, Aryan continued to stare at the Sun with a blank expression on his face. Arthur and a few others, who'd signed up for the swordsmanship class, remained.
The winds were chilly as evening neared. The Sun was starting to tilt to the West, emanating a radiant glow as if bidding farewell to the world. Its yellow glow gradually morphed into a darker shade.
The robes Aryan had slipped into in order to protect him from the chilly winds fluttered rhythmically. With eyes filled with deep thought, the Ranker stared off into the distance, crossing his arms unconsciously.
The verdant greenery was flourishing, despite the lack of ample heat. The Tutorial World was not bound by regular laws, but an abstract version of them. It was self-sufficient, and one of the largest floors of the tower.