"Glad to see everyone could make it."
Deandra stood with her hands crossed before her teammates, donned in the Academy's standard uniform, equipped, this time, with only light pieces of leather armour.
Before her, Don, Trise, and Victor each stood, geared up to different extents.
Except for Victor.
He only carried a bow and a quill of arrows hanging from his waste. He stood there with an iffy expression, Deandra strangely couldn't make out exactly what kind of face he was making.
The group were currently in a strange, dark and grim forest with a dark twilight and blue sky that was blurred and obscured by unseen shadows. Despite it being day, the entire surreal forest was cast in the noir of night.
The burgeoning trees and their lightless, ash coloured leaves eerily moved, whistling faintly in a ghostly wind.
