– Frey Starlight's POV –
I was still wandering through the endless deserts of the Ultras continent, trudging forward as a violent sandstorm howled around me, tearing apart everything in its path.
But even so, I didn't stop. I wrapped a piece of my clothing around my face, leaving only my eyes exposed, and pressed on through the blinding sand.
It had been four days since I parted ways with the other students after our battle against the witch Beatrice.
I'd spent those days running like a madman, searching for them, but I found nothing. No trace.
There weren't many people in this world whose deaths would truly affect me. The ones close to me were so few, I could count them on one hand.
Yet ironically, most of them were now among the other elite students…
I wasn't the kind of person to break down if people around me died randomly. I'd already grown numb after losing those I held dear again and again.
But I couldn't accept the idea of losing the few who remained.
