Trent walked towards the Open Grade, a small training ground situated between two mountains. A few steps led to the smooth, cemented floor with round red markings. Trent jogged down the steps jovially, feeling the cool breeze brush past his face, a sign of the approaching rare phenomenon—the Winter Pause.
As he passed the main vicinity of his clan, he was glad to see that everywhere was quite serene and calm—no frenzy or disorderliness after he had executed Pana-agen for the greater good. So far, the clan was performing exactly as he had planned, and with this new idiosyncrasy, they would achieve better heights and survive while he figured out a way to address the impending, approaching issue of food and supplement scarcity.