章節 112: A Trail Of Blood: Where Light Doesn't Reach

After chatting for a few minutes, Randy and Arthur stood up with pained expressions.

They had recovered quite a bit due to the density of mana in the atmosphere and the healing factor–which definitely assisted in Randy's recovery. Although the muscular man's body ached, he still continued.

If one stagnated, that was entirely their problem.

Others would not halt their advance simply to await one who stagnated. Life in the tower was a race, and a competitor from the opposing faction would obviously overtake his opponent if given the chance.

Returning to the topic, Arthur and the others were a little more than acquaintances, now. One could label them as friends, or pseudo-comrades. Thus, the crimson-eyed man had become more wary.

A single slip-up, similarly to his former life, would guarantee an untimely death.