WRIK RAN THROUGH THE tall trees in the wilderness. Behind him were dozens of ferocious infectors chasing with frenzy.
Even though he was running for quite a time now, he was not tired. His breathing was even, and the posture was straight, with a new longsword in his arms. The sword was similar in physical body to the one he had chosen in the summoning room, but far better in quality. He ran overtaking rows of tall trees, uncaring about the infectors. It was about three hours, he was tusseling with them in the wilderness of the trial.
Suddenly, after a few distances away, he stooped in his dash and turned around.
"Let's get this over with, shall we?" he said, grinning.
