Randolph felt a huge dilemma when he made it through the seventy-seventh floor. He suddenly hesitated to open the door of the room to go to the next floor or take a step back to the first floor.
Randolph stopped in his footsteps. He couldn't decide which direction he would take next. Actually, he just wanted to go back to the first floor to stretch his body for a while because he hadn't even rested since he checked on Bastian and Bazeki's condition.
However, something crossed his mind. If he went back there, he didn't want Bazeki and Bastian to suddenly force him to join this fight again. Randolph could have chosen to rest on the thirty-first or sixty-first floor. However, those two places weren't as cool as the first floor of the Hell of Darkness.
Now there was no one he could turn to for his opinion anymore. Ever since the souls in Randolph's body merged into one with him, no sound came out again.
