That's right, Eryke had arrived in the Martial World.
"This is the best place for me to hide. Hardly any technological development," he muttered, humming a tune to himself. There was no way he could fight that thing with the entire world working against him.
For starters, he didn't even know how to defeat the guy. So, he chose World Travel and escaped to this place.
You see, it wasn't just his clones that could travel between worlds, he could too. But until now, he hadn't dared. The other worlds were too dangerous, and he didn't want to risk his life.
Now, though, the danger at that gate was simply too great.
Eryke had a faint, nagging feeling: even if he somehow managed to defeat the Leviathan, another enemy might descend from the skies to smite him.
So, he chose the smartest option, World Travel to the Martial World, and decided to chill for a while.
"Definitely one of the best places to live," he murmured.
