Arrival

"Is that deep enough?" Dilan asked as he looked up to Sven, who observed the huge pit with a complex expression.

"It will be fine. We need more traps than one. Let's not waste too much time digging the pits," Sven answered after a few seconds. He motioned his hand and Dilan jumped out of the twenty-meter-deep hole with ease.

He cleaned his blue-scaled gloves while ensuring that none of his new pieces of equipment made the wearer uncomfortable. It would be annoying if they would feel uncomfortable when battling. Dilan wanted to avoid the distraction if possible.

"Let's move on, we don't have much time," Pierre suddenly appeared near them, wearing several new pieces of equipment, while he was holding several crimson-colored pipes with a pointy end.

Old Jeff walked next to Pierre, surveying him and the equipment with squinted eyes. He held his hands behind his back, which made it seem like he was an old lord, who was observing the work of his subjects.