Karl was traveling at lightning speed, taking a brief glance at the surroundings to look for any signs of movement.
The surroundings were pitch dark, but Karl had ways to cope with it. His cape fluttered in the air, lightning sparks strobing across it and lighting up his field of vision.
With the ground briefly illuminated, he spotted fresh footprints that were still crisp, left behind only recently.
He kept his eyes straight, moving past the vast, murky field, with occasionally sharp rocks protruding out of the ground.
When there were some demon worms and creatures in his way, he would whack them off, without spilling blood onto himself.
The demon worms were easy for him, but he took more hits than usual to kill them. He looked at his new weapon with scorn.
'Karl, do you like your new weapon so much?'
He did not answer the spirit attached to him and continued without stopping. His friends were still holding on, and he needed to give them aid before it was too late.
