Our bored gamer paid no attention their plight and just walked straight ahead as if he knew every nook and cranny on this place. And in fact he did.
One did not become a true immortal without extraordinary powers to back it up. At least on this current world, everyone was akin to ants before the irresistible might of our very own protagonist.
"That… my friend… where are you going?" A soul could not help but ask.
"I'm going someplace I need to be." Clark was cryptic in his answer.
"What is your name and how have you come down the mountain?" Another queried. Every one of them knew that beyond the mountains was a restricted area of the sect.
No one who ventured there came back and yet this ordinary looking young boy arrived unscathed at their forefront.
This made them doubt about the many tales of horror that they had heard about that mountain of doom.