Everyone stared blankly in the direction Arthur was pointing.
There stood a wooden door, only half a person's height.
A child could walk straight through, but an adult would have to bend down and duck their head.
Of course, that was not the point.
The point was that everyone present had been stunned by Arthur's seemingly childish method.
Even the rookies among them had heard of people tossing branches to decide which direction to take when they got lost in the wilderness.
But the veterans knew that was wrong.
The proper method was to stand a branch upright, mark the current position of its shadow, then determine east and west from the shadow's movement as the sun shifted.
But what principle was behind using a walking stick to find the way?
Was he leaving it to fate?
Almost instinctively, many of them thought of certain frauds among the Mediums.
But with Arthur's reputation and strength, surely he could not be a fraud?
Could there be some profound secret they simply could not see?
Standing in the corridor, they began questioning everything they knew. Gale Sword's party, as professional ruins hunters, felt as though their entire worldview had been shattered.
That actually worked?!
They screamed the question inwardly, like a whole colony of groundhogs shrieking in unison.
Of course it worked!
Taking in everyone's blank stares, Arthur silently answered them in his mind.
After all, this was the result of three thousand little rats scouting the way.
How could it possibly fail?
Of course, Arthur would never tell them the truth.
"One of Creados's Mystic Arts: Wayfinding Art!"
With that, Arthur pushed the door open, bent down, and stepped inside.
Malinda went second.
She could not be certain what Arthur's so-called Wayfinding Art actually was, but she trusted that he would