Racheal didn't second-guess her choice. The moment she left the manor, her bow still slung across her back, she commandeered one of the flying vessels tethered outside and forced it skyward, its haul screeching against the wind as she steered it toward the source of the battle.
There were many reasons why she would risk everything for Leon. But above all, one truth cut deeper than the rest: if Leon fell here, the trial would be as good as over.
The world of Pandora, was beautiful, merciless and endless but it was never meant to be theirs. It was a trial. A test of survival. A battlefield carefully crafted by forces beyond comprehension. And yet… this was no ordinary trial.
What had once been a D-rank challenge had warped into something unrecognizable. An SSS-rank trial. Tier VII. The very peak of difficulty. A scale of danger meant to crush even the most terrifying of powerhouses, yet a handful of E and F ranks had been thrown into it, expected to overcome the impossible.
