[Woodland Poison Lance (Silver) (Treasure)]
[Level: 4]
[+450 Strength]
[Ability: Pierce; Erode]
[Strength is doubly as Effective]
[Destroy structural integrity of Aether]
[Level Up Requirement: <40 Bronze> Genes]
[Durability: 40/50]
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A flash echoed from the lance and its power progressed once again.
'So I was right…'
The maze was a huge problem for Sylas. If not for the fact his spatial orientation was excellent, and he was able to ensure that he was constantly moving in one main direction, he would have long become lost.
Essentially, he was constantly calculating in his mind exactly how many meters he moved north, south, east, or west. Only this way could he pick a direction.
But ultimately, he wasn't a computer. There would eventually be small errors that stacked on top of each other. If this went on for long enough, he would be completely lost. Even counting his steps wouldn't help.