Roland climbed as far as he could, but it seemed the vampires were doing something quickly to cover the walls, possibly using creatures or humans under their influence to prevent him from getting a proper foothold.
His pace was slow and grueling. He even fell a few times, not far, but enough to delay him more than he would've liked.
His mana was nearing half, possibly even lower.
The pressure of the situation began to make him feel desperate, hoping he'd find a way through.
"Damn it… If only I had my Earth power back!" Roland shouted.
He knew it wouldn't help, but there was nothing else to do.
Roland hated the fact that, despite gaining a new power, he still felt weak. It frustrated him deeply that the spirits weren't giving him the strength he needed to defeat the demons. The memory of Stella's brother being lost still lingered.
He began to loathe himself, unable to do what a real hero should.
