After doing his skill analysis on Silas, Lumian silently sat in the foyer without calling, Eru forward.
Puzzled, Eru stepped forward himself and whispered, "emm what about me?"
Lumian raised his eyes browed and peered at him. "you....I've already analysed your performance. You don't need to do anything more." He whispered with a bored look.
Eru stepped back with a pout. "now what do we do master," he whispered.
"Hang on tight," Lumian whispered with a mysterious grin on his face.
"Huh? What," Eru was puzzled as to what his master was implying. Most of the time, his uncle talked in riddles that were hard to understand. He sighed and glanced at the other as if they understood. They were also equally confused.
Biting the bullet, he stepped forward again. "Master, what do you mean by it,"
"Literally, you guys have to hang on to that," he pointed to a slim branch of the world tree. It was low hanging and worn out, as if it was used as a pull-up bar.
