Rune Skills naturally formed the domain in which such Rune Masters excelled.
In Winter City, the workshop was built in this manner; its six walls were encrusted with an abundance of runes, creating a barrier that could trap visitors. Unless the visitor's strength far surpassed that of the practitioner, they would feel trapped to the point of doubting their existence.
Unfortunately, her own strength was far weaker than her adversary's.
This was still the enemy's home ground.
If she had enough time, she perhaps could have broken the Rune Dungeon from within, but what she lacked the most right now was time.
Liya gently pushed against the iron door of the dungeon.
Squeak—
Unexpectedly, the door might have been neglected for years; the rust-eaten lock gave way, and she was able to push it open directly.
Liya heaved a soft sigh.
So careless, it seemed the City Owner had her completely figured out.
