The grappling hook clung to the opposite rock wall, and the rope traced a beautiful arc in mid-air, finally connecting the two banks of the River of Magma.
Chaotic Life suavely put away his Longbow, firmly tying the other end of the rope around a rock, and shouted, "You can come over now, don't worry, it was just an accident earlier, I have both confidence and strength to lead you through!"
The over twenty players from the [Mortal] guild one after another slid to the opposite bank via the rope. This time the progress was exceptionally smooth, with no unexpected incidents.
Seeing a slight increase on the progress bar's exploration rate, and his ranking coming to the forefront, Chaotic Life exclaimed joyfully, "Set off! We will be the Pathfinders of this instance!"
The group advanced towards the depths of this apocalyptic forbidden zone.
