What just happened? Where am I?
The last thing I remembered was that I had to go with the other higher-ranked Slayers who insisted that all of us from the party go on a raid in an unmeasured labyrinth without informing the Slayers Alliance firsthand. The next thing I knew was that we were all attacked and cornered by scary-looking figures coming out from huge paintings; each of them resembling some sort of theme or historical setup. These paintings almost covered the unmeasured labyrinth's walls.
All of this happened just because one of us ran towards a huge box to open it, falsely believing there were loads of mana crystals in such a box. When that Slayer managed to open it, the entrance door suddenly disappeared. Then, an arrow went through that Slayer's head. It was happening all so fast that neither of us within the party was able to figure out who was constantly shooting arrows at us until one of us noticed it was coming out of the paintings literally.
The rest was history as many of us started to panic with a mental breakdown when a few of the figures literally came out of their paintings. That is until there was a huge slab of stone that fell down in front of us. It was a scribbled picture that was obviously showing an ancient ritual sacrifice. If only such engraved drawing was never shown in front of us, I myself would never be pointed out by Mrs Park that I should be sacrificed since I am the weakest Slayer of the group. Even though I am an important type of Slayer that is a healer, a healer is useless if they're F-rank, the lowest measurement of a Slayer's magical power. I happened to be that unfortunate F-rank.
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“Kang Joo-yeon! Do you wish to continue this trial?”
An old man's voice has somewhat snapped me out of my traumatic flashback of that unknown labyrinth. It is Old Man Amergin who holds his long brown staff in his right hand, staring at me with an unamusing look as I hang upside down in front of this tall cliff right now; a random tree's vines have my right leg caught in it. Now every traumatic moment that's been clouding my feeble mind is starting to clear up once I get a grasp of the situation I'm in now. I've to clear this trial by getting that mistletoe just a few meters beneath me.
“And to think Elysian would choose to reside in a healer like you,” says Old Man Amergin who still looks unimpressed which lets me know that he still looks down on me. “Worst off, you're the…”
“Hey, Old Man! I know I'm the weakest healer you've ever met,” I shout with all my breath. “But I can assure you that I'm almost there! So keep your word when I pass this trial formed by a rude geezer like you!”
I notice I'm glaring at a powerful man standing on top of that edge of the cliff, but for the first time ever, I'm done feeling afraid. I'm done being the weakest F-rank healer. Thus begins my first step in becoming a druid. What’s more, I wanna become stronger after my “restart” from that fateful day.