Before embarking on a long and dangerous journey, one always had to figure out if it was worth it.
The Dormant Lord had to determine if the terrifying crimson energy was as interesting as he thought it would be.
Whoooosh.
Tensing his muscles to the limit, almost reaching the ground with his knuckles, the Dormant Lord threw the plasma spear forward.
A wave of shivers passed from it as it was thrown, several crystals cracked from the sheer power of the shockwave, yet it was not the Crystal Gorge that was the target of the Dormant Lord.
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Step. Step. Step.
Multiple Phantom squads ran at a steady pace, eager to reach the gate. Some of them were luckier and the first wave of monsters didn't encounter them, while others had to fight back.
After the incident with the second archer, the squads were clearly instructed not to approach the monsters under any circumstances, otherwise they risked being destroyed by a random shot.