"What the hell happened?" Zaroth muttered as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.
Just a second ago, he was in the middle of the arena, but now he found himself in an unknown place.
The terrain was uneven, as there were rocks going up and down all around him—not that he was sure if they were rocks. Everything in his vicinity had a weird pulsing hue of purple color.
The surroundings were extremely dark as the only source of light seemed to be the distant stars that illuminated a little of the gloomy ground.
At this moment, Zaroth was glad that he had learned Darkgaze from Midnight. If he hadn't, it would've been too dark to see anything at all.
"Is that David's power?" Zaroth asked himself. If that was the case, it was a power he hadn't heard of before.
He had somehow been teleported to a desolate place.
'Zaroth.' Luna's voice echoed inside his head. Unlike usual, her voice sounded worried.
'What is it?' he asked.
'We are far from the arena.'
