Box of the Old One

On the outskirts of Backlund, by the Tussock River.

"Saint of Secrets" Botis struggled desperately.

Death was certainly terrifying, but waiting for death was even more terrifying. After being told to remain where he was and wait for someone to come kill him, his mentality had gradually begun to collapse.

What had happened just now proved that the powerful woman who had not shown herself was capable of killing him with ease. Yet she had deliberately refrained from acting, imprisoning him in place as though toying with him, making him despair bit by bit and wait for death to descend second by second.

Botis began resisting fiercely, as expected.

"Bzzzz!"

Amid the piercing hum, illusory doors appeared around him.

They came in all sorts of forms. Some were double doors, some were simple doorways, some were covered in mysterious patterns, and some were hollow in the middle, vaguely revealing the boundless, profound darkness and dazzling stars beyond.

There were an astonishing number of these illusory doors, packed densely around Botis and nearly obscuring his figure.

This was one of a Secrets Sorcerer's abilities: Banishment.

Every door led to a different turbulent flow of space-time and eventually to a different region. The danger levels of those regions could not be controlled. Even he himself could not be certain whether he could pass through them safely. In the end, this move had originally been intended for use against enemies.

But his current situation had become utterly desperate, and Botis could no longer worry about such things!

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The instant countless illusory doors formed, his body created countless afterimages through frenzied Blinking, transforming into innumerable duplicates. Every duplicate lunged at the nearest door, intending to flee through the dangerous turbulent flow of space-time.

As long as he could pass through one door,