Authrione stood there on his hooves, his head high in the skies. There was sothing particularly dim about his aura right now, as though he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
This didn't make any sense.
Sylas Grimblade?
The aura of that na reminded him a lot of the human he had fought in the final round, the human that had forced him into retreat.
But if the two were really one and the sa, there was just too much not adding up.
That Sylas was too weak. If not for his Poison Aether, Authrione was confident that he would win that battle ten out of ten tis. It just didn't make any sense.
As a Rune Master himself, Authrione was similar to Sylas in how he could read the intentions behind the system ssages.
Normal people just had the ssages translated into their language of choice and could only read to surface level. But Sylas had been able to see the system ssages in Ancient Ithkuil ever since he learned them, allowing him to grasp the underlying intention more than just the general gist.
There was too much lost in translation for the system, especially since it was constantly cutting corners and trying to save on energy. There was no way that it would be 100% precise at all tis.
But because of that, it did sothing else.
How complicated could nas beco across languages and cultures? There was also the matter of people sharing nas or even anings of nas as well. When it ca to things like leaderboards and assigning Titles, this beca extrely important.
Because of that, when the system read a na... it was embodying the aura of a person, not just a na. In this way, even if two people shared the sa na, with the sa pronunciation, hailing from the sa region... They couldn't possibly ever have the sa aura.
But it was precisely because of that Authrione couldn't believe what he was seeing.
It just... didn't make any sense... none at all...
The only way was if Sylas had so sort of trump card they didn't have, sothing allowing him to quickly find the location of the stairs and make his way downward.
"Authrione!"
The centaur's cousin shouted him back to reality.
"Look alive, dammit! We've found the stairs!"
Authrione was about to reply when his expression changed.
All of them received the ssage of the Quickti Event at the sa ti.
Just their luck. They had finally found the path to the second floor, only for soone to reach the territory
at the sa ti as them. Now they'd have to fight the threat and this team at the sa ti.
Authrione was sure that it would be a team. It was the only thing that made any sense whatsoever.
But what he saw wasn't a team.
It was one man.
He wore a brown cloak, tattered and worn by ti. His face was obscured, his feet gliding across the sandy plains they were wrapped in what looked like bandages and nothing else.
A scorpion's tail suddenly launched itself out of the sandy dunes, looking to kill him in a single stroke, but it mysteriously stopped moving a mont later, growing limp and slow as though caught in a quagmire of ti.
Authrione began to feel a bit caught as well. His Will imdiately tried to snap him out of it, but his eyelids were growing heavier, his body wanting to fall to the ground before him.
Starell of the Serpent Lineage shot into the air, the small pink wings on her ankles flapping as she took a step and vanished.
Yet, instead of accelerating toward the man, she was actually retreating, a look of absolute fear on her face.
That man's Will...
It was the most powerful Will she had ever felt in an F-tier...
In fact, it was the most powerful Will she had ever felt in an E-tier...
And a D-tier...
It was the sort of Will that had no business appearing in soone who was just Level 50. It didn't make any sense at all.
Just how long had this person spent at Level 50? How long had they spent refining their Foundation? It didn't make any sense at all.
Mora of the Lion Lineage roared. She might have stood at just four and a half feet tall, but her aura was anything but, carrying with it a towering fury as she rampaged forward.
But she didn't even cross a halfway point before she ca to a grinding halt.
A head fell out of empty space, landing before her.
If Sylas had been there, he would have recognized the head instantly. It was the head of Beladora, the Ouro Race Champion. She had been powerful enough to slip from Sylas' grasp, but sohow she didn't have the sa luck against this figure at all.
"Milky... Milky Way Horizon..."
Suddenly, it clicked for Authrione. This person had been moving through the territories with ease all this ti because his Champion had already gone ahead.
Because Sylas was on floor three already, except in the case this man t another team, he would be able to move completely unobstructed.
It all clicked for them at that ti.
"I would rather not fight."
A voice that was languid and unbothered echoed. It almost sounded as though syrup was pouring out of his mouth as he spoke, like his eyes were on the verge of shutting forever with every bit of slurred
speech.
"As you can see, I already killed soone about as powerful as you all. So... if we could skip all of this... I would really appreciate it..."
The man's words were cut off with a yawn, and he stretched a bit before he continued walking.
Ti seed to freeze for all of them, their hearts in their throats.
They recognized that head.
Beladora of the Ouro Race.
The only one amongst them that could have taken her in a one-on-one fight was Authrione, and right now he was completely frozen.
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