The fourth week of the second exam begins today.
However, due to the difference in the flow of time, it would have been a two-month period for the students who had been within the dungeon from the beginning.
Winter, the season of great drought, no rain, and a shortage of food, was approaching. This was a time when thousands of commoners, beggars, and other lower-class individuals died from starvation and cold.
Selena and her team emerged from the dungeon. Her face was solemn, and no one dared to approach her. Even the guards stationed at the gates were nervously sweating.
Who knew this fiery lady would decide to swing her sword a couple of times and take their life?
No one wanted to upset this woman, who already appeared to be furious.
'Where have they gone?'
Selena strolled towards the academy, immersed in contemplation. It was almost a ten-kilometre trip from the dungeon to the academy, but she just kept walking.