Old Stairs
Arthur literally drowned the stick with his own blood, and waited. His body was ragged, full of many wounds all over it. He was exhausted more than before, but he just waited there anticipating the result.
"How are my dragons doing?" he asked while coughing blood. The next thing he did was to spray fire over his body, and even his fire seemed weak and intermittent from his exhaustion.
Yet the fire coming out did help him in treating a little of his wounds, making him able to stand straight after a couple of minutes.
'Ding! They are fine, just focus on what's coming out of that hall,' the system said.
"What hole?" Arthur glanced at the front where only a golden aura appeared taking the shape of a giant ball.
'Ding! In the center of this golden aura, there is a big and deep hole stretching down to the heart of this world.'