Another team.
A girl and a boy stood before them in confidence—like they knew they had the advantage. The way they positioned themselves, their subtle shifts in stance, their eyes scanning for the slightest movement… Yeah, they weren't here to capture a beacon.
Were they one of the teams that preferred to hunt instead?
Velren clicked his tongue.
'Shit.'
They really couldn't afford to waste time fighting here, not when their class was dead last.
"Hey."
Eterna's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
He turned just in time to see something flying toward him.
Reflexively, he caught it. His fingers curled around the smooth, cold surface. A familiar symbol was engraved into the metal—their class sigil.
Velren's brows furrowed.
"The hell?"
With her eyes still locked onto the opposing team, Eterna drew her rapier in one fluid motion.
"Go to the beacon."
Velren blinked.
"Wha—are you serious?"
She didn't even glance at him.
