Slipping through the maze of unlit passages like a slippery snake, Arthur made his way toward the inheritance ground. He could hear the thuds of footsteps and the clangs of armor and weapons colliding with rock.
His eyes darted across the place, eventually landing on the sight of a pile of loose rocks. Arthur could vividly hear the tumultuous footsteps that approached his general directions at a speed he was incapable of coping with.
He would eventually be caught.
'This is fucking stupid,' thought the crimson-eyed man, his eyes locked on the loose pile of rocks. Not only would it cause injuries, but it would also consume a massive chunk of mana, essentially leaving him defenseless afterward.
However, he was left with no choice.
He quickly approached the pile of rocks, placing his hand atop one of them. The texture of the rock was rough, and it didn't seem too sturdy. He allowed a bit of his mana to enter the rock, causing a faint aura to escape it.
