The next day swiftly came. Asher woke up, the same routine, the same pattern. He bathed, brushed, then teleported away. As usual, he was the last to arrive, maintaining his consistent and almost deliberate timing.
And just like the previous week, a new Instructor arrived and simply teleported all of them away to his own training venue, and of course, Asher had already removed his Position Mark, as he would be placing it in their new location once they settled.
Everyone appeared midair as the Instructor teleported them into the sky instead, which was unexpected and momentarily disorienting. Everyone simply stared around in surprise at first. Below them, about two hundred mountains spread out, with trees surrounding each one, but these mountains weren't particularly high; they resembled large hills rather than towering peaks, yet their sheer number created an imposing landscape.
