Several hours, perhaps a day, passed in an instant.
The darkness in the atmosphere remained stagnant, and the illusory origin of the desolate world's illumination was still unknown but had grown brighter as the group stepped into Level 2. Their speed was rapid.
The temperature of their surroundings rose gradually, pushing a total of fifty to sixty centigrade. The mana wielders were fine, but Randy was sweating continuously. His body was growing warmer by the second, and a disease was almost inevitable.
Hyperthermia, perhaps.
However, he persisted, determination vivid in his eyes. Through hellish training, his physical body had been pushed to limits unknown to mankind without the use of mana. His constitution, too, was much more powerful than other newbies.
Even Arthur's constitution fell short.
