But now, as the clues gradually fell into place,
that old man perhaps had only one possible destination:
He should have gone to confirm in advance who was orchestrating this crisis from behind the scenes.
After witnessing the shattered Saint Mourning Hughie Fal, Old Constance could not possibly have failed to issue an early warning.
Thinking of this, Su Wen did not pursue the matter further.
He merely carefully drew his arms in, holding the sleeping girl in his embrace a little tighter.
Outside the window,
Tokyo's lights still flowed across the city,
while countless Deep-Space Rays concealed behind thick clouds continued to silently blanket the sleeping metropolis.
But their awakening
was drawing very near.
That deal between that "self" and them should also officially take effect.
Deep beneath Tokyo's core district:
Underground array location.
Artificial caverns stretching for several kilometers crisscrossed beneath Tokyo's surface.
Steel reinforcement and the artificial crystalline system of Sephidolos once constructed by Selen interlocked to form a vast, cold, boundless hall.
Metal supports stretched upward like withered bones, bearing tens of millions of tons of heavy earth and rock.
The air was stagnant,
filled with tiny corrosive particles that floated within it, glowing with a grayish-blue fluorescence:
These were environmental crystals formed from corrosion leaking out of Abyssal Contamination. They silently gnawed away at every trace of order that did not belong underground.
At the far end of the central machinery hall of the array, layers of translucent holographic screens were connected together,
where countless Black Technology trees flickered:
Brain-computer interface experimental Data Stream, computational models for spatial-curvature collapse, monitoring reports on Deep Tokyo's geological fissures. The low hum of mechanical cooling echoed endlessly,
mingled even with the faint, bone-cracking muffled sounds of distant rock strata being eroded.
At the other end of the