“Those evil-gods, how strong are they?” Lyfa looked incredulously at Kirito before answering his question. “No matter how strong you are, this time it won’t be enough. Rumor has it that when this area first opened, the Salamanders sent down a large party. They were completely wiped out by the first Evil- god class monster they met. General Eugene, who even you struggled against, didn’t last more than ten seconds against it.” “...That certainly is something...” “To hunt here, you have to have heavily armored players as human shields, high-powered attackers, and at least eight players focusing on support and recovery. We are two lightly armed swordsmen; before we could do anything we would be trampled flat and killed.” “I would like to avoid that.” Kirito nodded, but hearing about that kind of challenge seemed to have gotten him so excited that even his nostrils were twitching. Lyfa, seeing this, made sure to add another warning. “But before that, there’s a 99% chance we won’t reach the stairs. Running this long distance will draw evil-gods, and we will be dead before we can target them.” “I see...and we can’t fly in this map.” “Yes. To restore the power of flight, we would need either sunlight or moonlight. But as you can see, neither one of those is available here...The only exception is Imp players, who can fly a little bit underground...”