Parchment

Angor began climbing the endless stone stairs again in the darkness.

On the opposite side, someone appeared in the central area of the underground maze…

Sunders had been moving around in the maze for two days. He ran into countless monsters, most of which were strong enough that Sunders had to avoid at all cost. Two days and he finally made it to the center of the maze.

After running around during the days, his gentleman attire was full of wrinkles. There were holes and bloodstains around some of the joints on the clothes, which indicated what kind of trouble he went through.

Sunders went over his experience in his mind and sighed. If his little pupil was teleported here, how long could he survive? One minute? Two? Sunders would stumble upon monsters almost every minute. He could manage thanks to his strength, but Angor would have absolutely no hope.

"Minutes" or "seconds" was what Sunders would use to calculate Angor's remaining life.