The entrance was completely blocked and although he used his Sculpting Skills to cut through the rocks and metals little by little, escape seemed impossible.
In the worst case scenario he could call out to Bingryong. No matter how feeble-minded Bingryong was, these rocks could easily be cleaned up.
The area was still clogged with rocks, and was not big enough for a person to fit through, but you could breathe fresh air through it.
Suddenly, Weed had other concerns.
“Alveron! What has happened Alveron?”
Similarly, Alveron suffered from a severe cold.
Priests had various skills which provide a lot of support.
Moreover, he was a Pope Candidate for the Church of Freya. If he died there would be serious repercussions.
Not only would he fail the quest, but he would also lose his contribution points to the Church of Freya.
That would be the worst outcome.
“He absolutely cannot die!”
Weed went further into the cave to check on Alveron’s condition who was lying nearby.
“You’re alive.”