[Windrunner]
[Predator's Pace]
[Spirit of the Wilds]
Three students surged forward, each skill enhancing their speed to an incredible degree.
One of them, moving like a blur, sprinted up a few steps of a nearby tree, using the height to his advantage as he drew his bow taut and aimed downward with a deadly glint in his eye.
Another crouched low to the ground, adopting a predatory stance.
With a sudden burst of explosive force, he lunged forward, twin daggers flashing in his hands like the fangs of some wild beast.
The third—a woman—seemed to almost merge with her surroundings.
She breathed deeply, her senses sharpened by the wild spirits she channeled, feeling the heartbeat of every living thing around her as she slipped into an uncanny state of heightened awareness.
Watching their coordinated charge, Luka let out a long, tired sigh.
'Are we serious right now?'
He didn't move in panic.
Instead, he calmly weighed his options.
