Six days later-- Above the steep hill-- Inside the covered training hall
*BAM*
"Haa... Haa..." After finishing the last touch on a saint's shoulder in front of him, the Rune Master fell on his knees, looked up, and began gasping for air with a loud voice as if someone had been keeping his head underwater for the past hour
Then he started laughing hysterically, "Haa... Hahaha... I finally did it... I have finished my quota... I have--" But suddenly he fell on his face as his eyeball rolled up, and he fainted from extreme exhaustion.
The weird thing is that no one was surprised to see him faint like that, the saint in front of him just sighed, picked up the Rune Master, and placed him near a wall next to a few others like him.
This was not an uncommon sight, but the entire covered training hall was full of bodies lying on the floor or leaning against the walls, they were all rune Masters!
