The metallic door slid open with a low hiss as Lucas and his team stepped into the next room. To their surprise, it wasn't a cramped chamber or another puzzle-laden trial. Instead, they found themselves in a massive gymnasium-like hall. The high ceilings arched above them, fitted with industrial lights that cast a sterile white glow over the polished floor. Rows of benches lined the walls, and scattered groups of participants sat in quiet conversation or stretched out in exhaustion.
The team exchanged glances, their earlier jubilation at winning still lingering but tempered by the unknown.
"This doesn't look like another test," Finn murmured, surveying the space.
"It's too open for traps," Lyra added, her sharp eyes scanning the room for anything unusual.
Greg, ever stoic, nodded toward a nearby bench. "Let's sit. No use standing around."
They moved to the bench and settled in. The minutes stretched into hours, the atmosphere growing more tense with each passing moment. Other teams trickled in, some battered and bruised, others looking equally confused but relieved to have made it this far.
…
After what felt like an eternity—five hours, to be exact—the hall's speakers crackled to life. A calm, authoritative voice filled the room.
"Congratulations to all remaining participants. Out of the hundreds who began this phase of the Hunter Exam, only 60 have survived. You have earned the right to proceed to the next test."
A murmur rippled through the hall. Lucas exchanged glances with his teammates, pride flickering in his expression.
The voice continued, "Please follow the staff members stationed at the exits. They will guide you to an airship waiting to transport you to the next test location. Rest assured, you will have time to recuperate during the journey."
The room buzzed with subdued excitement. The air of uncertainty had lifted slightly, replaced by a cautious optimism.
…
The group moved in a controlled line, guided by staff in crisp uniforms. As they stepped outside, the cool night air hit their faces. A massive airship loomed ahead, its sleek metallic frame illuminated by floodlights. Its design was both futuristic and elegant, a testament to the resources of the Hunter Association.
"Whoa," Finn whispered, craning his neck to take in the sight.
"It's like something out of a sci-fi movie," Lyra muttered.
Greg remained silent but couldn't hide his impressed expression.
They boarded the airship, joining the other participants in a spacious lounge. The interior was luxurious, with plush seating, warm lighting, and wide windows offering a breathtaking view of the star-studded sky.
…
As the last of the participants settled in, a man stepped to the front of the lounge. He was an older gentleman with a bald head and a long, flowing beard. His kind eyes sparkled with mischief, and despite his age, there was an undeniable energy to him.
"Welcome, everyone," the man said, his voice carrying effortlessly across the room. "I am Netero, president of the Hunter Association."
The room fell silent. Every participant knew the weight that name carried. Netero was a legend, a man who had achieved feats most could only dream of.
"Congratulations on making it this far," Netero continued, smiling warmly. "The Hunter Exam is no small feat, and you should all be proud. However, this is only the beginning. Your next test will determine if you truly have what it takes to earn the title of Hunter."
Netero paused, letting his words sink in. "The airship will take you to the location of your next test. Until we arrive, consider this time yours. Rest, eat, train, or even socialize with your fellow participants. Do whatever you feel will best prepare you for what's to come."
With that, he stepped aside, allowing the participants to absorb the information.
…
Lucas leaned back in his seat, his mind racing. The victory in the last test felt like a distant memory now. This was a new stage, with new challenges and unknown dangers.
Finn broke the silence. "So, what's the plan? Rest? Or scope out the competition?"
Lyra smirked. "We've earned a break, but it might not hurt to get a read on some of the other participants. Know who to watch out for."
Greg, ever practical, spoke up. "We should take shifts resting and observing. We don't know what's waiting for us at the next location."
Lucas nodded. "Agreed. Let's use this time wisely. This isn't just about physical strength anymore—it's about staying sharp."
The team settled into a rhythm, alternating between resting and keeping an eye on the other participants. The airship hummed softly as it soared through the night, carrying them toward their next trial and the unknown challenges it would bring.
Unbeknownst to them, Netero watched from a distance, a knowing smile on his face. Let's see how far they're willing to go, he thought, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.