After leaving Aamon inside the prison, Arthur felt assured. No one would dare step inside that prison and leave.
Aamon's stats alone were staggering.
[Race:] Demon
[ID:] Aamon (Superior-Boss)
[Level:] 14
[Talent:] Demonic Aura (S)
[Health Points:] 180
[Mana Points:] 150
[Magical Damage:] 15
[Phyiscal Damage:] 30
[Damage Resistance:] 18
[Attributes:] Strength 30, Agility 23, Vitality 18, Intelligence 15
[Skills:] Demonic Descent (Epic), Demonic Body (Epic)
[Attribute Points:] 0
[Skill Points:] 3
Arthur glanced at the stats one last time, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
"Insane."
"Without Neko, defeating him would've taken me—and the others—longer.
Satisfied, he wore his mask, feeling the cool material mould to his face as his features shifted into an unremarkable, random visage.
Just another player now. Nothing special.
Stepping out of the building, he felt it instantly—Many eyes on him. Watching. Assessing.
