Watching the warehouse floor gradually collapse, Tomaz adjusted his slightly crooked thick-framed glasses and let out a cold laugh.
Estimating that the underground space had already been filled with rubble, he did not waste his precious spirituality to return directly via "Flame Leap." Besides, there were no flames underground now that could serve as a landing point.
He walked through the secret passage to the underground area. That passage had been told to him by the mysterious "Mr. C." He had not expected to use it tonight, at the very moment Mr. C died.
That son of a bitch Oracle of the Aurora Order had finally died at the hands of official Beyonders!
Tomaz gritted his teeth as he thought this, descending the stairs step by step until he reached the entrance to the cellar.
The door stood open as before, and the inside was pitch-black. Several crimson rays of moonlight entered through the warehouse windows high above, lending a trace of light to the cellar whose ceiling had been torn open.
But that was fine. I can see...
Tomaz pressed his gun-holding right hand against his thick-framed glasses and poured a little spirituality into them. The lenses emitted a faint glow visible only to him, and the dim cellar brightened in his vision.
As members of the Machinery Hivemind, they were never short of practical tools like this.
Potions aside, of course.
Through the glasses, he could vaguely make out broad sections of the ceiling and jagged rubble in the dark cellar. The wooden altar had completely collapsed, and the cross fixed to the wall tilted slightly. The naked giant hanging upside down was posed in a comical manner.
That statue...
The instant his gaze swept over it, Tomaz felt a sharp pain at the corner of his eye.