The little prince sat on a rock high above the floor of the open chasm. Down below, a team of Earth Mancers, led by a burly, powerful man, continued to chip away at the earth.
The lower they went, the more difficult it was to use Earth Mana as they got closer to the core of the world.
Technically speaking, they were still a long distance away from the core of the world, being barely 30 meters or so beneath the surface. And yet, the difference was already striking.
The little prince's eyes suddenly narrowed as he pulled out something from his spatial ring. Once again, a miniature soul lamp had winked out… the very soul lamp of a familiar Mist Mancer.
A shadow popped up from the little prince's back, staring down over his shoulder.
"Prizdyl does not know how to listen to instructions, he never has. This is not your fault, prince."
"…"
Was it that the Mist Mancer hadn't listened to instructions? Or were their enemies more prepared than they knew?
