Thick smoke gushed out from every tentacle of the Chaos Breeding Ground, spreading like a flood in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, the entire area was engulfed by the smoke once again.
Temude felt a sudden darkness before him, returning to this chaotic situation of impaired perception.
He tried his best to recall the terrain around him; it seemed there was a relatively intact tile to the left, a half-broken one to the right, and a larger one two steps ahead. As long as he jumped according to memory, he should be able to—
He leaped lightly and landed his toes precisely on the tile he remembered.
The sensation underfoot was indeed that of solid tile.
Temude breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he heard a muffled grunt.
It was not his own grunt, but it came from straight ahead, another person's grunt.
Accompanying this sound was a frontal collision.
