Northern stood motionless, his glowing eyes fixed on the ripple in the tunnel.
His breathing steadied, and his frustration melted into calculated calm.
That reaction of the tunnel just now... how could he bring it again?
The only solution so far was his terrifying speed, but that caused his body to munch on his stamina like a starved glutton.
He might not even make it before the tunnel submits to the threats of his overwhelming speed. And even if it does, it is not just going to reveal the same weakness again.
The ripple.
That somehow absorbed and adapted to his Void tendrils. Northern thought of using Black Lance or Black Flames but shook his head immediately.
An attack on the level of Black Lance would no doubt destroy the fortifications of the illusion, but it could affect the dungeon on a much more terrifying scale and even go ahead to resonate in the academy itself.
