"Quickly! My skill coin's found something!" a young boy shouted urgently, sprinting ahead through the huge trees around them.
"Fuck! Help me! It bit my leg!" another noble screamed in panic, calling out for someone to save him—but no one came.
His face twisted with terror and agony until he fainted and collapsed, becoming a feast for the beasts chasing behind.
His life ended so pointlessly. He never thought that would be his fate. Yesterday, he was still sitting on a chair in the academy, and now… he was dead.
It was just unfair—for him and for many other unlucky students.
"Damn it… best of luck!" one noble muttered to his comrades helplessly before running for his life, following the trail of others who had just found something that might save them.
They kept running, weaving through the towering trees, ignoring the desperate screams of other students meeting the same fate.
Finally, their eyes lit up as they spotted open land ahead that seemed safe.
