There were no earth-shattering scenes, nor any dazzling special effects.
Under the watchful eyes of the players, who were anxiously awaiting the approaching tsunami, the hundred-meter-high waves rapidly closing in on the shore simply vanished in a bizarre fashion.
Great sound was silent, great form was formless; everything seemed so utterly natural.
"The waves... disappeared?"
On a cliff somewhere, Phantom Fire Fluorescent watched the distant scene through binoculars, looking rather incredulous.
Even if some high-level player had intervened just now, they should at least have caused some kind of commotion. Yet everything before them had happened so naturally, as if those hundred-meter waves had quietly receded on their own. It truly exceeded the bounds of his imagination.
"Obviously."
The tall youth with a large box strapped to his back pushed up his glasses, his face cold and expressionless.
"This is training, not a death march. Didn't you read the relevant notice posted in the group? The legendary guild is in charge of this stretch of coastline. With that person here, how could they possibly stand by and let us die for no reason?"
"...I was just expressing my amazement."
Letting out a faint breath, Phantom Fire Fluorescent turned to glance at the youth beside him.
Like him, the other party was a newbie player around Level 10. It had not even been half a month since they had obtained their Player Qualification.
Although joining the Relevant Department meant they would not lack resources for growth, they lacked the corresponding practical experience.
This practical experience referred not only to their mindset and psychological endurance, but also their combat ability. To put it simply, they needed strong nerves and the ability to endure hardship.
If they puked their guts out at the sight of something bloody or disgusting, then they might as