A sleeping fellow… or beast or monster. It almost seemed to be made of stone since the colors of the stone barriers were green. But the twitch in its ear told them it had a skin. It had three legs, maybe four but only three could be seen. With his lie-sleeping position, he was as tall as three teenagers combined. It would be a bad choice to wake him, so they decided to walk carefully and silently past him. Which they did, successfully.
"Are we gonna fight them?!" Roman whispered again, feeling vastly uneasy and scared. There's no way they'd fight those things and come out alive.
"Yes, but most importantly try to survive. Since it's training it would be over in an hour."
Relief washed over Roman hearing after hearing the word 'training'. This means no one was really dying right?
"And when one dies during training?" He wanted to be sure.
