"Recruits! Those who can't keep up will be sent to the deeper base of the Underworld Corps!"
"Wh… how long have we been running…?"
In the forest region that was serving as the perimeter of the Underworld Corps, the fresh recruits were currently gasping for breath; their vision, already blurring as they followed the officer in front of them; his right sleeve, being left behind in the wind as he ran.
"I… I don't know."
"Marcus, I thought you were going to do something!?"
The recruits who were at the front of the line started lightly hitting and pushing each other.
"I… I will, I'm just trying to find a chance!"
"You've been saying that for half a day now!"
"F… fuck! This crippled Lowborn is dead once we stop!"