Spamming Objectives for XP • 14

Buzzzzzzz!!!

Back in the lesson room where the nonparticipating Daughters sat, the buzz of the alarm pierced the room.

This buzz signified that one team had failed and was now leaving the Dungeon depths. Standing beside the Dungeon Entrance, both hands crossed at her back, Lady Magda's expression darkened as she reviewed the failed attempt of the disqualified team — Meira's.

The feed on the classroom's massive viewing orb replayed the scene of chaos: beasts overwhelming their formation as Melina shouted conflicting commands.

The hissing sound of the Mock Dungeon sizzled in the room as the faint mist spilled inside. Meira's team trudged out. Their faces were pale, their clothes dirtied and singed. Melina led the group, her jaw set in a tight line as though she was holding back the sting of defeat.

Erebelle followed behind, her expression cold, fists clenched at her sides. Nyssa appeared tired, though her head was bowed low.