Countless specks of light, like summer night fireflies, and innumerable fine arcs of electricity converged into the shape of a doorway. A metal-forged arm pushed it open, and a somewhat mechanical voice came from within.
"Sorry, I was late."
The man stepped out of the doorway. It was difficult to determine whether he still counted as human; most of his body had been replaced by precise metal constructs, and his eyes were two detectors flickering with red light.
The Wave's most advanced magitech, bolstered by holy light and truth, along with druidic natural magic, had together forged this body.
"Koya."
Wang Gulas smiled and stepped forward, patting the man on the shoulder with a series of clanging metallic thuds.
"Now that everyone's here, let's go."
Giant Axe picked up the great axe he had placed at his feet earlier. Naturally, he had called so many people here today because there was something to be done.
Four members of the Elder Council could easily wipe out those Legendary-level Demonic Beasts.
"Giant Axe, what exactly did you call us here for? You've been acting all mysterious. Aren't you going to explain it now?" Wang Gulas urged.
They had all come here at Giant Axe's invitation.
As for why they had come, Giant Axe had not explained it clearly. He had merely said that he definitely would not let them make the trip for nothing.
Wang Gulas and the others had not thought much of it. The reason was simple: the history of the dwarven mines was far older than that of Steel City aboveground. Perhaps even the dwarves themselves did not know how deep they had dug, or how much forgotten history lay buried beneath the heavy earth.
Digging up strange and bizarre things was perfectly normal.
There had been many records