The month arriving after the rapidly passing month and the subsequent three-day visit to the Inner Circle felt akin to swimming in the shallow waters of monotony. Every single day unfolded as a clone of the preceding one; the Eighth Ward students succeeded in ascending two ranks on their own, mutating into the Sixth Ward students, and when their turn arrived to halt the wild beast hordes, they were now accomplishing this effortlessly, while Mel persisted in his advance within the Energy Crystal Cave.
"Does not a single one among you covet to march to the Arena of Existence bout this month?"
