Void Hunting

After Instructor Cedric's history class, there was no break as they immediately headed to their next class.

Void Hunting.

Like history, Void Hunting wasn't a class Azriel had missed, even when he'd been spending time at the Crimson Estate.

Now, the entire HCS-1 class, along with two other classes, stood in an open grass field, facing the red-haired instructor in front of them.

Instructor Solomon.

Solomon wore his usual signature smile as he surveyed each face present. After a moment, he nodded to himself, noting the confusion that lingered in the cadets' expressions.

"Mhm," he muttered, "I know that after the third Void Generation, life has become... more peaceful. But seriously, this is still too depressing. Then again, peaceful lives don't create strong heroes."

Listening to his words, most of the cadets couldn't hide their displeasure. The insult stung. They didn't like being called weak... but it wasn't entirely untrue.