It was already a few minutes past eight at night, and the academy was still restless as thousands of hunters patrolled the surroundings.
Since it was nighttime, most of the hunters returning from their daily raids had quickly run to the venue.
At the moment, Crimson, Maddox, and Gigaman stood inside Marlon's room with troubled expressions on their faces.
"How long has it been since the last flash?" Crimson asked as she turned to Maddox.
Maddox checked his watch and replied calmly, "About ten minutes. It's slightly longer than the previous ones."
Crimson nodded with a low hum.
Gigaman stood behind the two, quietly imagining what kind of suffering the young hunter was going through.
"Even if he survives, how is he supposed to deal with the trauma?" he asked, finally voicing the thought that had been haunting him.
Crimson and Maddox fell silent as they thought about it. There was no natural cure.
