Flames blazed under the pitch-black night sky. Bloody corpses laid flat in the dark, narrow corridor. Rhode lifted his head and gazed in satisfaction at the endless black field. He snapped his fingers.

"—!"

The gloomy scenery distorted and vanished like a painting tainted with flowing water. The boundless white space reemerged and slowly disappeared in golden rays. Shortly after, the chilly night breeze and shining, clean moonlight dispersed the shadows above everyone. No one who stood before Rhode could hold on any longer. Carefree people like Joey flopped down on the snowfield and panted for air desperately.

"Well done."

Rhode nodded in fulfillment at the sight of the exhausted group. After experiencing high intensity training sessions, they finally figured out the way of coordination. However, the training sessions were indeed a heavy burden for the natives. Not only Joey, but even the mature and steady Randolf, Marfa, and Sol were also drenched in sweat. The mercenaries and Hal