All the hunting groups had returned to the God Gym by nightfall.
Disciples dragged themselves in through the gates, some groaning and some leaning on each other as they walked.
The smell of blood, sweat, and demonic beasts still clung to them.
Valtor dropped his weapon the moment he stepped inside and let himself fall backward onto the ground.
"I'm… so tired," he groaned, staring up at the ceiling.
Seira stood a few steps away, arms crossed.
Her posture was straight, her chin lifted, and her expression cold as ever.
In just one week, the two of them had fought more than most new disciples did.
Even though they had started as First Realm cultivators, they were thrown into hunt after hunt.
And because of that...
They were the first among the new disciples to break through to the Second Realm.
Valtor still couldn't believe it.
He pushed himself up onto one elbow and stared at his hands.
"A week," he muttered. "Just one damn week."
