Saleen listened to what that old man said and knew that he was anything but a devout believer. However, that old man was actually formidable, as he was already at the pinnacle of level 12.
The rules at Black Dungeon Island seemed to have been somewhat looser than that of the entire mainland, making advancement comparatively easy.
Saleen pulled his power of the soul out from that compound and stopped his observation. He did not try to try to find the head warden, and had simply scanned the area of the entire Black Dungeon Island for a bit, memorizing the terrain and all dangerous spots to be found there.
Rafel looked at Saleen with a concerned look. His eyes were affixed at the spectral imagery and had been standing there like a log for half an hour.
