The undead Greater Dune Scorpion raced through the narrow trench, its enormous legs moving with frightening speed as it carried Thoren deeper into the darkness.
Thoren sat calmly on its back, his posture relaxed despite the speed at which they were traveling.
He showed no signs of nervousness as the surrounding darkness rushed past him, his deep blue eyes focused on the path ahead while he released his Perception to its current limit.
On either side of him, the undead Horn Lizard King and the undead Scorpion Men King raced forward, keeping pace with their master without any difficulty.
Although his perception was being suppressed by the strange laws governing the third floor, he had no intention of allowing that restriction to make him careless.
The trenches were far from safe, and the deeper he ventured, the greater the possibility of encountering something dangerous.
Hmm?
As he passed the 1,000-meter mark, Thoren couldn't help but furrow his brows slightly.
