Sett and Faceless appeared inside the B-tier Tomb, both immediately wary.
The world inside was a totally different world. In fact, it was so different from the usual—even Sett was surprised for a few moments. He was, after all, standing on top of fluffy white clouds.
He walked forward, feeling the fluffiness under his foot.
"I sense a powerful distortion in space some distance away—on that darker cloud northwards."
Sett nodded, preparing himself for battle.
"Master, aren't you being too wary? We are just going to be fighting a Tier 3 enemy, and with me and you working together, what kind of Tier 3 could even hope to win against us?"
"Prepare for the worst, hope for the best. It will be annoying if we have to face someone with a True Form."
Faceless opened a gateway directly connecting to the center of the cloud island. Sett walked in cautiously, his consciousness focused on preparing his skills for any circumstance.
"The enemy has a trap prepared for us," Faceless said.
