"Here they are! The first batch of our youth is approaching." A middle‑aged man standing above the gate of the Black Sun shouted suddenly.
When everyone heard him, they quickly left what they were doing and approached to welcome the new arrivals.
The atmosphere surrounding the tournament and this hunting event, in particular, was strange and frustrating for all of them; in fact, they were mentally prepared that none of their youth would come out!
Although this would be considered a very stupid move from Dolivar and a blatant declaration of war on the Black Sun Kingdom, seeing their behavior from the beginning, it sounded very possible.
When everyone saw a group of just under twenty people, they got excited, but their enthusiasm quickly subsided...
The group members looked as though they had just gotten out of a disaster. All of them looked exhausted and injured, some even missing a limb or two...
