That trend continued for the entire class. The professor explained for a bit before giving them harsh tasks that had even harsher consequences for failure. At the end of the four hours, not one person could brag that he had his energy left.
Tristan and Isril heaved their way out of the hall. His head spun and his lips had grown parched. He had sweat so much he felt dehydrated. The same could be said for Isril who now looked pale. His steps were sluggish and his eyes looked dead.
Then again, the entire class felt that way, they could only sigh whilst they struggled down the hallways.
Tristan felt his mood plunge when the intense sun reached his eyes and its heat swept his face the second they stepped out.
Isril giggled, knowing exactly what he thought. He frowned even if he eventually plunged himself into the scalding heat above.