Unbalanced [3]

Celestina dragged her feet through the black sand, her breath ragged as sweat caused her silver hair to stick to her face.

She still wore her soul armor, which offered some resistance to the heat, but not enough for the relentless black desert.

At first, she had followed Instructor Benson in secret.

Too many things didn't add up.

When she reached the bottom of the tunnel, she was shocked to see Instructor Benson meeting with four men she didn't recognize.

They wore standard black military uniforms.

But... why?

Why would soldiers be here, in the void dungeon?

It was a strict rule that only academy students were allowed entry for the next few weeks.

Driven by curiosity, she continued following them.

Or at least, she tried her best.

They moved fast.

Too fast.

Like they knew exactly where they were going.

And she was certain they did, especially with the strange device Instructor Benson held.