"It's time," a soldier said to Nero, who had been sitting in a chair with his eyes closed, meditating.
Nero's eyes flashed open, filled with vigor. He nodded to the soldier and stood up, stretching the muscles in his body as he did.
He had not been cultivating. Rather, he had been resting his mind and allowing himself to return to his peak state so that he was in his best condition for the upcoming excursion.
They had already planned as much as possible, and he had already discussed their formation with his teammates, informing them of how they would proceed.
Despite their need for urgency, they would take a steady approach, traveling step by step. The greater the rush, the more they had to be calm and collected in their actions. Perilith was not a place where they could casually strut about.
