Like life itself, time marched forward with unwavering certainty.
The winds that swept through the wilderness had long since faded into memory.
The cheers of victory, the disappointment of defeat, and even the grief that followed the expedition gradually became buried beneath the routines of everyday life.
Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye, and before anyone realized it, more than a month had already passed since the day of their awakening.
The first week of March had arrived.
The deaths of the seven Combat Professional students had shaken the college at first.
For several days, their names dominated conversations. Their classmates mourned them. Their friends grieved. Some questioned whether the academy's methods were too harsh.
