Malakai arrived just in time to see Renlo wobbling unsteadily from foothold to foothold, having barely dodged a projectile.
However, another one shot out and struck him directly, sending him crashing toward the ground.
"Urgh!" Renlo groaned loudly. "Not again!" he cursed.
He had never once gotten past the middle of the course. The projectiles were endless and merciless.
Then, the sound of footsteps reached him. He forced himself to look up… and saw Malakai approaching.
The source of all this suffering.
"You still haven't made it past the middle point," Malakai remarked calmly.
Renlo frowned, trudging out from between the wooden pillars to meet him.
"I've been trying my best…" he muttered, looking every bit like a kicked puppy. His gaze drifted back toward the course. "But… are you sure it's passable? I've been at it for four days straight. It doesn't even look possible to get past the middle."
Malakai gave him a look, and Renlo instantly cleared his throat.
