As the Holy Sanctuary's protection dwindled, exposing the students to the merciless snowstorm, most of the weaker ones found themselves paralysed by the biting cold. In their desperation, they lashed out with bitter words, casting blame upon the remaining group before succumbing to the freezing temperatures.
Their insults hung in the frigid air, a final testament to their cowardice and bitterness. Then, as their bodies stiffened and their voices fell silent, a blinding light enveloped them, and they were abruptly teleported away from the battlefield.
Gavin's voice dripped with disdain as he muttered, "Tsk! They're gone, leaving a bad taste in my mouth. Just wait till we meet again in the academy."
Novalie's voice trembled with sadness as she spoke, "Maybe I've been too weak-hearted."
Now, with only 16 students remaining, the group found themselves surrounded by struggling students, most fighting to endure the biting cold.
