"This damn darkness,"
holding a torch, illuminated the slab-sized, bluish-gray stone in front of him, marked with five sword scars.
The rage of the Berserker, Raymond Corey, had begun to uncontrollably seep out from his eyes.
"How did we get back here again, I swear...this is absolutely the straightest line I've ever walked."
Raymond Corey roared in a deep voice.
The Berserker, Raymond Corey, who had followed the Heavy Knight Marcus into the Demon King's Tomb, found himself separated from Marcus after entering.
And the darkness of the Demon King's Tomb was truly black.
His torch could only illuminate the surrounding two meters at most. Beyond that, he could not see anything at all.
After walking around here with his torch lit,
he discovered two stones that were nearly identical in appearance.
Then, something magical happened. Every time he passed that strange stone and walked a distance forward, he would see the exact same strange stone again.
