The dungeon he was in…
It was the resting place of the Blade Sovereign, one of the legendary figures instilled within the records of history.
'But he's dead… Wait, it was the same with the Baron Of Death… There was a presence within his legacy ground, too… But how? Are they his underlings? His followers? But it's been centuries… How are they alive?'
Several questions lingered in Arthur's mind, eating away at his sanity at a gradual pace. He didn't think he needed any preparations, which was true, considering the previous inheritor of the Blade Sovereign's legacy merely entered the grave as a form of escape from his pursuers.
The inheritor also stated–after inheriting the legacy–that no form of precautions were necessary, as the trial was based solely on one's true power. It adapted.
