"Congratulations to all of you for surviving the trial to the Maha tower," Harakatz said from the high stage, looking down at the hundreds of silhouettes below. "794 survived actually, and all the 794 will enter the test of the first floor in a few minutes."
A cold wind blew in the plaza, yet the hundred silhouettes looked resolute hearing the voice of the manager. Well, they earned that. At least most of them earned this opportunity.
It was about evening; the environment was a little chillier than usual. While the sun was still on the horizon, the half-moon appeared in the sky. Wrik felt a little excited in his heart as well; no not little. He was way more excited than others, but none could see even a little from his exterior. He armed in their old gears, with a hooded dark cloak outside in addition. The new sword was strapped on his back, while he wore no helmet after the first one broke in the underground dungeon.
