Whoosh!
Everyone appeared in the barracks lying on the ground, panting heavily.
Their clothes had claw-like tears dyed with blood. One couldn't tell whether it was the good of their enemy or theirs.
Only the instructors appeared in standing positions. They slowly made their way up the main towering guard post to join Wolfram.
"Arise."
Wolfram's cold voice gave many goosebumps.
Since the devil commander had given his orders, how dare they not stand?
Cold sweat trickled down their backs, preferring to go out and once more beasts than allow this devil trainer dish out how hateful punishments.
That is, no matter how much pain they felt from all the fighting they underwent, they still chose to stand.
1, 2, 3!
Everyone was on their feet, chest high, and legs apart with one hand on the massive club handing over their shoulder.
--Silence--
The corners of Wolfram's mouth went up with a slight yet cold smile.
