Another series of dense explosions sounded, like a derailed train that continued to barrel down a gravel-strewn track without stopping, its wheels still spinning rapidly, breaking and crushing everything in its path.
Dos's feet stomped on the ground, stirring up several meters of dust, but the dust could barely keep up with the speed at which he moved.
Dos wasn't an impatient man... but that didn't mean he wanted to stroll through the Dark Realm with an eighty-year-old man who weighed a ton.