The Variable

Aur sat calmly on the stairs, his legs crossed, projecting an air of tranquillity. However, the turmoil within him contrasted sharply with his serene exterior, his feelings shaken to the core.

"What is the secret of this world?" he muttered to himself, focusing on the injuries that wracked his body. Every part of him felt battered and bruised; his Blood and Qi were running low, and even his golden blood was affected. 

Almost everything in his body was destroyed. 

His organs felt as if they had been crushed, and there were practically no nerves left functioning. 

With a grimace, Aur peered behind him, noting the anxious faces of the people who were watching him, their gazes locking onto him.

A frown settled on his face as he spoke word to word:

"This won't work."

All of them were Tier Four wizards or even higher, but they were all looking at Aur with the gaze of a monster.