Chapitre 82: Aquatic Foes

There was a part of him that was adverse about the idea of heading into an unknown dungeon, after his past experiences, but something was different–the two he was with were strong–stronger than himself.

At least, only when Sol passes out…He thought wryly.

"...Man, it was my idea, but still…! You got this, Sol!" The hazel-haired adolescent pumped himself up, slapping his own cheeks red.

Though he boosted himself, Sol moved at a snail's pace, wrapping his legs around the golden material while slowly crawling up its height.

Even just a third of the way up, he could feel the cold atmosphere enveloping his body, caressing it with its frosty fingertips as he looked down, checking on Sol.

"Brr…"

Sol was visibly shivering, but still hanging on and moving, though at his own pace.

What an annoying method of going up…You'd think God could just snap an elevator into existence, or some stairs, at least…He thought.