Law began running forward. While we followed several steps behind. Eyes peeled and weapons drawn. Our only thought is, we don't want to meet any of those fuckers.
The moment a fight breaks, we won't know how it could devolve. We're outnumbered, by a lot, we're in a strange and foreign place. And are in all honesty way neck deep in shit.
The problem wasn't that we were simply outnumbered, but some of these things have a far higher cultivation base than us. Meeting with one of those silver fuckers would probably take us all out.
Our path ahead so far is clear, if any of the Rakshasas were to start heading toward us, the Administrator would notify us. But still, that doesn't mean that the Silver Rakshasas are also absent. They could be lurking within the halls anyway.
So far though, Law's been moving forward unbothered, which was a good sign.
"We need to take a left turn," the puppet said.
