It was cold.
Winter was actually here. Not some climate affected by the world's imbalance after the calamity.
"Huu…."
Brandon popped a pill and stared at the horizon.
It was currently 7 AM.
Then, Brandon looked down. Monsters—residing on the mountainside roamed around, completely oblivious to his presence.
Then, Brandon looked up.
Wyvern's ruled the cold white sky, traversing the air with impressive speed. However, they had completely ignored Brandon.
After all, for a scary appearance such as theirs, wyvern's were rather passive creatures.
They would only become hostile, if their opposers were hostile.
The final examination was set in ten more days. To be precise, December 12.
It was kind of peaceful, if he had to be honest.
There were no humans around, and Brandon could be lost in his thoughts.
That was when he began to recall everything that had happened so far.