Labyrinth of Legends - Part 2

My sword and knife flashed before me as I flowed through one of my grandfather’s form drills.

Sweat beaded down my forehead and splashed into the air as I spun in the field. The morning sun was bleeding through the gym’s windows, and the dew on the grass was catching it, filling the ground with golden shimmers.

Sweep, stab, turn, and block…

My steps picked up pace with each motion, going faster and faster. I realized at one point that I was moving faster than I ever had before.

Our party had just hit level four, and we’d worked for every bit. We had been grinding away in the dungeon every afternoon after classes with Crimson every morning.

Thankfully, no more attempts had been made at Fayeth’s life, letting us focus on progressing our party. I’d been anxious at first, waiting for something to happen, but the past few months had been smooth.

Almost too smooth.

Although, Crimson had not relented in her quest to push us to our limits and beyond them. Class A was at least half a level above class B and C. I was already stronger than the girl whom I knew was Anti-Elf, but I wasn’t yet able to outmatch the upperclassmen.

And until we figured out more, we’d all agreed to leave them be and just keep an eye on them.

According to Crimson, the father of the girl in class B ran the major manufacturing company that made CIDs. The watch-like devices allowed humanity to understand their growth and changes as they dove the dungeon, and they were a huge part of what made adventuring possible. After we’d pieced that together, his motivation to attack the elves and disrupting negotiations got clearer.

The elves had their own CIDs, and those were plant grown. They were far easier to produce, and if the elves ever shared that technology, he could easily lose his business.

It was a petty reason to go after Fayeth.

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Ljudbok: 25 december 2024