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Arthur stood alone inside the runic chamber of illusions. It might have been because of his predictable choice of choosing the ice path or the fact that the ruins scanned his body, but this was an excellent trap for him to give them his powers.

Their attempts to steal his powers seem far from over, and it was good that Arthur was cautious. However, this illusion has either alerted them or not. The figure which was standing in front of him might answer that question.

"Are you the one behind this, Ghost Ruler?" said Arthur with a wrathful smile while restraining himself from attacking. "Is this the reason that you sent me here?"

The Ghost Ruler did not respond but stood there without moving. Their long ashen robes touched the ground as the bony mask of a goat did not move an inch. Arthur was about to believe they were a statue until their arm moved to point in a specific direction.