Tap, Tap.
Berkah slowly made his way toward the golden doors which were illuminated by green Mana crystals, his bare feet slapping against the strangely tangible darkness beneath him.
His entire body weakened from expanding such immense amounts of Mana in one go and his entire frame bare naked.
"I lost my Aetherlink Codex..."
He muttered, regretting that his only mode of communicating was completely vaporized by the golden attack from the heavens.
"Fuuu... Now then."
Berkah folded his legs and sat down just outside of the Magic Circle beneath the golden doors.
[It's been roughly... Four days since I've entered this Labryinth.]
[I have less than two weeks left to conquer it before I must leave for Yggrassil.]
He mused, whilst simultaneously sorting out the memories, or rather, the experiences of his clone.
