Meanwhile, Eoryun was starting to feel that his luck on this journey had been almost ridiculously good—especially at this exact moment.
The route he had chosen was the right one.
As long as he stayed on this narrow path, no attacks would land directly on him.
At most, there'd be a few grazing blows.
After all, there was no way he could have made it through unscathed in such a densely packed magic trap zone.
This path wasn't very long. Before long, Eoryun had reached the end and now stood at the entrance to the Cold Pool.
At that moment, no more attacks came near him—not even a stray stone flying through the air.
It was probably because the entrance to the Cold Pool didn't have any attack magic arrays set up.
After all, unless one looked closely, it was difficult to notice that the previous magical traps had actually followed a pattern.
