The world pulsed with a tinge of red.
...It pulsed in a rhythmic manner, like a slow beating heart.
Bright.
Dim.
Bright.
Dim.
Within the pulsating city, Lazarus's gaze was fixed on the numerous 'statues' staring in his direction. He could sense that the situation wasn't good, but he didn't run away.
There was no point in running away.
He could only calmly gauge the strength of the statues around him.
'The majority don't seem very strong, but I can feel the presence of several powerful ones.'
He just couldn't tell where they were. And that made things complicated. He was worried that they might ambush them at any given moment.
'...Should I just back up to the surface?'
This was an option.
The only issue was that he didn't know how fast the statues were. Could they catch up to him or not?
Lazarus was lost in his own thoughts, but it wasn't for long.
He couldn't afford to be lost in thoughts as the situation below him grew more and more tense.
