The mirrored humanoid constructs were closing in fast now.
Their bodies clinked with each step, like glass grinding against glass.
Isaac used his Sovereign of Land skill.
The ground ruptured in response to his will.
Thick, blackened roots burst through the mirrored floor, twisting like serpents.
They wrapped around the legs and arms of the constructs, binding them in place.
One by one, the glass creatures were trapped, except for a single one that Isaac let sprint toward them.
"Please adjust your stats to the level of a Champion-rank Awakener. Don't use any high-level skills for now. Stick to simple techniques," Isla called from the back.
Isaac glanced at her over his shoulder. "Champion rank? But they can't enter this dungeon, right? Wouldn't it make more sense to use Elite or Master rank stats? The usual team would be around that level: seven Elites and five Masters."
He already suspected why she'd asked that.
