Varrick the Testmaster of the first floor let his icy eyes move from one carnage to another, not moved by the endless screams and wails from the endless forest below him. He looked at the huge projection of runes where the number of participants was displayed.
[3019 CROSSERS REMAINING]
"Tsk, I wonder why the real hunters have not chosen to strike now." He said in a hushed tone. "Or it seems they are waiting for something."
The princess who stood by him, had said nothing while the massacre happened. She simply hovered there with the help of her winged shoes, her face hidden in the darkness of her hood. Despite being called a princess she looked very different from how a princess should be portrayed, her outfit looked like an adventurer's wear. It was mostly made of thick leather, covering every part of skin from being revealed.
