Less than ten minutes later, Gray stood high in the branches of a tall tree, completely concealed by both the dense foliage and a thin layer of mana that rendered him nearly invisible to normal senses.
Below him, roughly eighty meters away, a large mixed group of students from Gloria Academy and Dragon Slaying Academy had set up a temporary camp near the ruins of an old stone watchtower by a shallow river.
At the center of the group stood a tall, broad-shouldered young man with short black hair and a pair of heavy dual blades strapped across his back.
His presence alone was heavier than most of the 4th-years Gray had faced earlier.
'This must be Darius...? Still weak, the only rare thing about him is that he actually formed a hint of killing intent; though, he probably doesn't know how to use it.'
And he was currently in the middle of a furious tirade.
"What the hell is wrong with all of you?!" Darius's voice cracked like a whip across the place.
