Heavy feet.
Adam made his way up the stairs that led to the second island, but he was utterly spent. The fight had taken a toll on his body, and he could barely move his feet up and down.
'What to do?' He wondered as he made his way up. 'If Rawkshawn really is the weakest of the warlords, what chance do I have against the others?'
The thought made him grit his teeth.
'I don't know much about some of the warlords, but based on Alastor's words, Gabriel might be someone I can reason with.
'Well, who am I kidding?
'Gabriel sounds like he has a few screws loose.
'If Rawkshawn is the most reasonable one out of them all, I am going to lose it!'
At last, after another ten minutes of struggling to make his way up the stairs, he reached the doorsteps of the second island.
The door was closed with the four chains tightly wrapped around the doorknob.
