Teleportation Circle!

The red-haired boy stared at the door, not wanting to make the same mistake the members of the Coiling Dragon did, which resulted in their current helpless condition.

"Hmmm," Nyx placed his hands on his chin, his gaze trained on the panels emitting faint mystic lights that drew his attention; the light seemed a bit familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before but couldn't accurately recall where.

"I never paid attention to most things people considered normal," the red-haired boy thought. "And you couldn't really blame me because I was always hiding in one way or the other."

As he thought about this, Nyx couldn't help but recall his past life. He remembered he would constantly change location because he was constantly under the rather of the Heroes' watch, and this led his life to revolve around only two things: causing chaos and constantly running.