Arnin followed his gaze and let out a scoff. "Finally. Good sir, I hope you enjoy Bacain and remain there until your last days. Once I'm up, I'll have no more words for you," he said mockingly.
Without waiting for a reply, Arnin transcended upward, gathering his essence to strike the wooden door above. The door burst open with a resounding crack, fully exposing the exit.
As Nameless prepared to elevate, the sudden whistle of arrows pierced the air. A sharp clash followed—the sound of a sword deflecting the oncoming barrage. Nameless hesitated only for a heartbeat before he quickly transcended upward to join Arnin.
Nameless transcended, landing on the uneven ground beside Arnin. His eyes immediately caught sight of Arnin, who was moving with swift precision, his sword slicing through the air to deflect arrows coming at him from every corner. The sound of the blade cutting through the air was sharp and rhythmic, matched only by the rapid whistle of the projectiles.
