Laz wanted to make for the door, but the cloaked figure wouldn't let him.
"DIE," Laz yelled as he attacked, swinging his blade at the figure. Instead of fighting back, the figured retreated, again and again, refusing to engage with Laz and his damned blade.
Over and over again, Laz chased it, but over and over again, it avoided him, frustrating Laz.
*It's trying to delay you. You're movements are far to slow to catch up to him, allowing his double time to hunt for the young divine beast,* Jormungandr said in Laz's head.
"I already know that..." Laz yelled back at the blade as he began to lose his cool.
*Is this the best you can do?* It asked, making Laz even more angry.
*Fine. No idea what happened since I've been sealed, but there are a few arts that would be useful to you. Pick one,* the blade said, sounding slightly hopeful for no reason.
