"This... Please tell me it's over!"
"I can't go on anymore!"
"How is this only the first floor? We haven't even moved forward at all!"
"I just want to go home..."
The cadets slumped down one by one, collapsing from exhaustion as they finished off the last of the void creatures, which were apparently called Prowlers.
Though not extremely strong, the Prowlers were a nuisance, hunting together in packs.
As one might expect, fighting a horde of them, especially with their sharp claws, wasn't easy.
Blood and its disgusting stench clung to many of the cadets.
Some were already injured by the Prowlers, though none seriously.
Surprisingly, or perhaps not, the cadets who fought the most were...
"Seriously, those two—how is there not a single scratch on them?"
"Not even a drop of blood on them..."
Azriel and Celestina were among the cadets who had fought the most Prowlers, yet they seemed to be the least injured.