There was hostile energy pulsating so strongly in their surroundings. It was a suffocating kind of energy and one that Zera didn't want to encounter.
Especially not in a place where if they broke the rules, she and her friends would have a heavier price to be paid compared to when they were back in the real world.
When everyone was called back for dinner at the pantry, half of the other players were staring daggers right at their backs.
The thing that happened at the training ground was comparable to when a teacher picked their pet in front of the whole class. Zera and her friends had no control over it.
But either way, it would always seem like they were at fault. Whoever was behind it was probably the same one who got them inside the game in the first place.
It had Zera clenching her fists, but she played it cool.
