Once Victoria's training was over, it was naturally time for the next person's turn.
Greg led the five of them through the ruins of a collapsed archway, following a winding stone path deeper inside.
The air around them grew damper and colder. The glowing moss overhead gradually thinned, leaving the surroundings much darker.
Occasional rustling came from the distant shadows, as though something were watching the group from the darkness.
"You're next, Sylvia."
Greg stopped before a relatively open stretch of ruins and turned to look at her.
"The area ahead is a gathering place for undead monsters. Your task is to clear them out-all by yourself."
"U-undead!?"
Sylvia's face paled slightly at the word.
Of course, she knew where her strengths lay.
As a user of Light Element Magic, her spells naturally countered undead monsters. In terms of elemental affinity, she was the best suited to dealing with enemies like these.
But knowing that was one thing; being afraid was another. Ever since childhood, she had felt an instinctive fear of these sinister creatures. Even knowing her magic could counter them, she still felt her scalp prickle whenever she faced them.
"I..."
She opened her mouth to say something, but after glancing at Greg, she finally took a deep breath and nodded firmly.
"Yes, I understand."
Then she stepped forward, her footsteps ringing especially clearly through the empty ruins.
The instant she entered the area, more than a dozen pairs of eerie green lights suddenly lit up in the shadows ahead.
They belonged to a group of Skeleton Warriors carrying rust-covered blades, ghostly green flames burning in their hollow eye sockets.
They all turned their heads at once, locked onto Sylvia, and swarmed toward her with a teeth-grating chorus of scraping bones.
"S-so scary..."
Sylvia's breathing instantly quickened.
Her