Arthur let out a sigh, massaging his forehead as he attempted to process the events that had unfolded before his eyes. Wariness remained in his eyes. [Mana Sense] spread across a vast area, searching for signs of Umbral's return.
But there were none.
After spouting incomprehensible words, the child had "merely" established a rift within space itself, using it to escape the Second Floor without experiencing the penalty of death. No one had ever done that before.
Were the Guardians even capable of escaping the laws of the tower, such as Umbral had accomplished?
Arthur wasn't certain.
Space was a complex and intricate web of lies and truths. Not a single person he knew had comprehended space to such a high degree, although some did have inherent skills relating to the subject.
None could compare to the one Umbral had used. Destroying space itself and linking it to another location that isn't the Void. It was utterly stupefying.
