"Why have they still not returned?" someone asked from the entrance to the tunnel.
Black-Moon King had arrived before the space tunnel, and he was waiting for his son.
When Black-Moon King was young, he himself had entered the space tunnel. He knew how difficult the hardships were on the other side. Right now, those beyond ought to have been on the twelfth round of rain. Since Black Steel hadn't come out yet, there were only two possibilities.
The first option was that Black Steel was incredibly lucky, and he had found an incredible opportunity. The second option was that he was dead.
In the past, Barons had only managed to reach the eleventh stage; that was the height of their power. No one had ever successfully made it through the twelfth.
There was once a son of a king who was so ambitious, he stole a Duke's armor and took it to Knife Grave. He wanted to see how many rounds the knife rain would ultimately last.
