After the first volunteer had immersed themselves with the opening of the event, a group of people under hooded black cloaks arrived at the center of the layer. There were four of them, each carrying a special hand lantern with unique engraving, cradling the fire with a gradient hue of yellow under blue.
From the illumination of their lanterns, their faces could be glimpsed. Red eyes and red hairs. Two males and two females. They donned the appearance of teenagers in contrast to their disciplined and mature selves. One would rarely see one of their kin, let alone a group of four of them in one place.
Their leader had the shortest stature amongst all, yet the voice that escaped from his throat was deepest.
"The Fool of the Hunter Gathering." The leader, Aaron, stared at me with no shed of emotion plastered on his face. "The representative of the 'Academy' is led by me, I hope that you won't pay an ounce of mind in this matter, so I assume."
Are you assuming or hoping!?
