"Son of a bitch!" Bron cursed, his fists clenched in frustration, his voice echoing through the labyrinth. His face was a mask of anger, but beneath it, there was a flicker of unease. The shadow manipulator's abrupt departure had left the group feeling exposed, and Bron wasn't one to hide his irritation.
"I don't blame him," Ludwig said, his tone calm and measured, though his eyes were sharp, scanning the group. "I'd have done the same if I were him." He paused, his gaze sweeping over the remaining students. "Although this sounds like a trial we should do as a group, in reality, if we do that, we'll be instantly eliminated. The moment our beacons light up, we'll be revealed to all the hunters. And if we're grouped up… I don't even want to think about it."
Minerva nodded, her expression grim but resolute. She adjusted her grip on her wand, her knuckles whitening slightly. "So you think we should split?"