Even as he died, Bass had no idea what exposed him.
What he didn't know was that the very first Title Sylas received in this world was A Patient Stalker. He wasn't a person with a normal amount of patience, and his focus was off the choice.
What exposed Bass?
He had paused for too long.
If Bass knew this, he would likely cough up blood and die again. That was because the difference between this time and all the others was not even a half second.
Unfortunately, his vision was already fading and there was no time for regret. The last thing he saw was Sylas' figure flashing by him and entering the cave that hid their checkpoint.
...
Sylas didn't spare Bass another glance. Enchanted Scholar had already activated and he sensed the Runes protecting the cave entrance.
He analyzed them as he rushed toward it and thought of several solutions in just a few seconds.
Whoever had set this formation up was too inferior. The Runes they used didn't even have a dozen Foundations to them. It was barely more difficult than the first door of the introductory challenge of the Rune Mastery world.
Sylas slipped right through, his body swirling with stamped Runes. The formation didn't even realize that he wasn't a part of it as he rushed into the darkness.
His visualization spread out and he inwardly shook his head.
Not only was his visualization limited in water, but it had a hard time passing through rock. This sort of environment gave him very limited vision.
He slowed down a touch and constricted his 50-meter visualization down to just ten. He felt that that would give him more than enough time to react, and he was correct.
His figure suddenly flashed and his elbow cut across the air.
He was simply too fast. The guard was only barely standing there when Sylas' elbow collapsed his throat.
Sylas spun to his back, wrapping his other arm around his neck and violently ripping to the side.
The man's head was rotated the wrong direction by the time he fell to the ground.
'Grappling is definitely my weakness.'
Sylas had this casual thought as he shot forward, moving swiftly.
If he wanted to max out his Martial Arts, he would have to learn more than just kicking and punching. Striking was only one aspect of mixed martial arts.
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[Sunniva Ravenclaw (FFF)]
[Level: 20]
[Physical: 582]
[Mental: 622]
[Will: 711]
"They should be back soon. They're likely being tracked," Cher explained. "I think the Grimblades took a heavy risk this time sending out someone so powerful. One of their checkpoints is likely compromised. We need to take advantage."
Cher had returned long before Bass because he was confident that he hadn't been followed. But he was a bit anxious, mostly because Mysteer was holding the cargo, so if she was compromised, it would ruin this leg.
Luckily, Mysteer came in soon after, sweating. After spending all day running around, trying to escape a tail she wasn't even sure was there, it was bound to take quite a bit out of her.
Sunniva, another young woman with a sharp gaze. She had short-cut black hair and her body seemed dotted with sheathed daggers. It looked as though she could touch anywhere on her body and pull a blade out. Even the earrings that dangled from her earlobes glistened with an edge under the right light.
Suddenly, she stood up, her nose twitching.
"Blood. Someone is here."
Cher frowned. That was impossible.
However, at that moment, a figure appeared at the entrance.
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