Kyle stepped into the winding passages.
Obviously, he noticed the trails the Rulers left—whether unconsciously or not—along the magma's shore, accompanied by that familiar dark aura. But unlike Cassian and the others, he chose not to follow them.
After all, with (SSS+)-rank luck, he had no reason to rely on anyone to find the right path—even if that person were Azazeal.
He could easily find the right path, and he was certain the path he chose would hold the least danger. There was no need to rely on others to trigger potential threats when he could simply avoid them altogether.
He was very strong. If he wanted to use someone as a meat shield, he wouldn't bother hiding it—he would do it openly.
Not to mention, this was his fake body—following Azazeal with this body would be nothing short of courting death. Tsk tsk.
And that was how he avoided death.
If only he knew.
