Team Selection

The second thing that bothered Hade was how Professor Miller had desisted from highlighting exactly how long the class event was going to take.

All she had done was talk about the gongs, which in truth, didn't really answer anyone.

So how long was it going to take? Was it hours, days, or even weeks? As far as Hade was concerned, it was still too early to rule out any possibilities.

Before he could make his concerns known though, someone else had beaten him to the punch.

"What of the teams?" A deep, hoarse, and somewhat solemn voice sounded from the back.

Hade turned.

It had been a while since he last saw Saul Ballard and if the dark circles beneath the dark blue-haired teenager's eyes were anything to go by, Saul looked severely depressed.

He resembled a zombie, like he had not slept for an entire week. His overall disposition was so dark and gloomy that he somehow seemed several times more minacious than the norm.