"Pick it up!"
With a commanding and unyielding tone, the words fell like icy arrows. The invisible chill and pressure caused her to shiver subconsciously, shaking in fear.
What fell in front of her was a bundle of power ropes used for climbing.
Over the past few days, their training program had been complex and diverse, increasingly reducing their time to practice climbing. Yet, for them, these ropes were extremely basic equipment.
But why would Flossie Wright throw such a bundle of ropes at her?
Clara Birch was somewhat clueless, but due to Flossie's commanding words, she subconsciously grabbed the bundle of rope. In the face of Flossie's powerful gaze, she cautiously got up.
As the pain in her chin and lower abdomen remained unchecked, constantly reminding her of who caused her agony, she got up on wobbly legs, as if she might fall at any moment.
