Going All Out

Outside the Crimson Gate.

Leaning against the parking vehicle in the vast desert, Master Ansell stared at the massive and towering gate with a nonchalant look, his eyes occasionally falling on the small watch in his hand.

"It has been already 30 minutes. They are definitely doing much better than anyone else, but then..." the chairman of the Realm Association mumbled before his brows furrowed tightly, "Why do I have this feeling of uneasiness?"

And just as his voice fell, suddenly a flash appeared before the Crimson Gate, attracting Master Ansell's attention right away.

"Arthur?"

Master Ansell felt something was amiss when he saw Arthur's figure kneeling on the ground and quickly ran beside him, placing a hand on the youngster's shoulder. Or at least tried to, however, just as his hand was ready to touch Arthur's shoulder, the tattooed guy suddenly gasped deeply for air while his hand jumped to his chest.

"Wh-What?!"