Bab 407: Realm Tournament?

Inside the middle of the Grotto Lake, Khal stood in the brownish liquid with only his head visible when suddenly his eyes opened.

"Urgh... Fuck, I totally forgot about this." Khal's face contorted into an unpleasant grimace once the unpleasant and almost torturing itchiness reached and assaulted his consciousness.

[A week has passed, you are free to leave.]

"Thanks," Khal mumbled quietly and without wanting to waste even a second more in that hell pit he quickly climbed out of the pond and stood at the edge naked.

"Tsk... And how should I clean myself?" Khal seemed to be slightly angry when he saw that there was no towel or item around with which he could clean and dry his body.

"I guess I have no other choice," Khal said quietly to himself and with his Devil Fangs in hand, waved his hand, immediately engulfing himself in a dense whirlwind which quickly sent the swampy liquid from his flying into the distance.