P'oof came to a grinding halt in front of a colossal cliff. He was surrounded by eerie forestry, and for some reason, he felt a strangeness about the entire situation.
"How much further is it?" he asked, looking at the silver savage in his hold.
Mark slapped away the man's hand and stood up straight. He took some steps back and dusted his white robes.
P'oof frowned.
"You really are a fool, P'oof."
The man frowned. He was not that foolish after all.
Mark smiled. "How could a mere silver savage have come this far, alone? This is already fifty kilometers away from that city. If a silver savage moved this far, he would be with his team of five. Yet, you trusted me like the naive fool that you are when I told you the armor was this far."
The man frowned and took a step back.
