The air fell eerily silent.
Unlucky? Yeah, that was one way to put it.
Mike had barely stepped into the Void Maelstrom, and now he was surrounded by a horde of powerful enemies.
Fight them head-on?
Not a chance. That option wasn't even on Mike's list.
The reason was simple: Mike hated direct confrontations.
If he could take someone out with a sneaky one-shot, he'd do it without hesitation. If he couldn't? Then he'd wait until he could.
And honestly, if it came down to a real fight, neither he nor Maxen stood a chance.
There were three enemies here who were over level 1000. Three!
Sure, Maxen was strong—unstoppable against anyone below level 999. But against level 1000 enemies? Not so much.
And if Maxen got too carried away in the fight, broke his chains, and ascended? Well, that'd be a whole other problem.
Mike scanned the area and noticed something interesting.