A disorganized set of students appeared, looking haggard and worn out. A few were already unconscious, while others had blood dripping from their chins.
"The heck?" Apollo frowned. The group's condition was so severe that medical personnel had to rush towards them and begin healing immediately.
"Isn't that… Class-E?" Iruca asked, worry evident in her eyes.
The scent of blood was thick, and she felt pained looking at those students who were injured.
From within the students, a female Instructor walked out, pulling a girl in black cloak with her.
The two walked straight to Instructor Rutherford, whose expression was unreadable.
"You seem unhappy, Rina. Is there a problem?"
The man asked, aged scars on his wrinkled face.
Pushing the girl forward, Rina said coldly. "This is your Class-A student. She was present in my Class-E dungeon. Isn't that breaching the evaluation rules?"
