Thousand-level staircase.
If this were reality, the old soldier would probably have to rest twice halfway.
However, in the game, when he stepped onto the last step, he was relaxed without even panting.
Looking at the elderly man in golden power armor waiting for him in front of the hall, the old soldier glanced back at the dense crowd of figures and torches below the stairs, almost shrinking to a point, and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.
At this moment, a calm and gentle voice came over.
"My name is Raze."
"I... Pangolin," withdrawing his gaze, the old soldier looked again at the elderly man in power armor, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "May I ask a question?"
"My age?"
The elderly man looked at him with a gaze full of wisdom, as if seeing through his thoughts.
The old soldier nodded and bluntly asked.
"How old are you?"
Raze slightly raised his eyes, gazed at the tall archway, pondered for a moment, and then spoke.
