Inside the first level of Battle Royal, Zack stood atop a towering mountain. His silver gaze was clouded with a dark intensity.
"Where did the Gate in this level go?"
He growled, his voice low and edgy.
Yet no response came.
Zack whirled around, his frustration boiling over. He lashed out at a nearby boulder, his boot connecting with a resounding crack.
The boulder shattered into tiny pieces, and lightning current flashed around his body.
"Ughh! Where is the Keeper of Time?"
He roared, his voice raw with frustration.
"That old bastard is always around when I don't need him, but now that I need him, he has vanished! Useless good-for-nothing!"
As Zack muttered curses under his breath, his gaze fell upon a familiar figure. A young man with gray hair and black eyes devoid of emotions. His clothes were blood-soaked.
"Charles?"
