'Mortal, stop here.' Akathartos commanded.
Azazel looked around.
He stood above a cave carved into the cliffside of the mountain where the Forest of the Damned rested.
He had no doubt the dean and the spectators were somehow watching but he had specifically avoided fights for that very reason since he knew if he remained passive, the spotlight would be given to someone else.
Although he had a feeling that the dean would keep an eye on him due to his eccentric behavior, he didn't worry too much.
There was nothing a well-crafted bullshit couldn't solve.
Also he had made sure his entrance to the cave was something anyone would miss if they weren't actively paying attention.
Strangely enough or perhaps not too strange, the cave had been covered with an illusive layer, a rather complex one.
He was only able to get in because he could see through the illusion due to the effect of his exclusive class passive skill.
