Arthur had already gone far beyond that point.
After dealing with the goblins earlier, he simply chose a path that felt right and moved forward without hesitation. The corridor he picked curved deeper into the dungeon's belly, its air heavier and thick with mana.
He continued gathering whatever loot he could find, though not without some frustration.
"So much space," he muttered, glancing at the branching tunnels behind him. "And I can only take one path."
He clicked his tongue softly. Choosing one direction meant losing chances elsewhere. The thought of his debt lingered at the back of his mind.
But he shook his head.
"There was no point complaining. Move faster instead."
With that decision made, he increased his pace.
The storage device made everything easier. Materials vanished into it with a simple flow of mana, leaving his body light and free. He no longer worried about weight or space, which meant he could focus completely on speed and efficiency.
