Skipping breathed a sigh of relief as soon as he noticed that he was teleported away, but resumed his alert state just as quickly. As a member of the Fierce Bone race, he excelled both in defense and offense because he had a strong body. Yet that also meant he lacked the diversity of other races that cultivated spiritual energy and could use external techniques.
Normally that wasn't such a big deal, but outnumbered against a bunch of enemies who somehow also countered his system was… it wasn't easy, that's for sure.
The problem was… he didn't know where he was, or how safe this place was. He studied his surroundings and discovered that he was within a courtyard, with no other being in sight. Skipping pulled out a compass, but instead of pointing north, the arrow kept rotating round and round, making him frown.
"In some sealed location probably," he muttered to himself. "Possibly in another realm altogether."
