'This is a bit toxic, no matter how I look at it,' I thought, stepping through the forest and dodging yet another low-hanging branch. The mid-terms were meant to test our skills and adaptability, sure, but the rules leaned suspiciously in favor of certain individuals.
Case in point: Lucifer and his ridiculous 10,000 starting points. I understood the logic—make him a giant glowing target so the rest of us could have a go at him. But it also gave him a head start the size of a small moon. He could lose a dozen fights and still end up leading the scoreboard. Then again, as the sole White-ranker among the first years, he was in a league of his own. No amount of petty grumbling could change that.
'Luna,' I mentally called out, 'find me prey.'
'Alright,' came her smooth, indifferent reply. Even sealed, her senses as a qilin far outstripped mine. It was one of her few perks that didn't come with a side of sarcasm.
