Amid the gradually dissipating grayish-yellow mist, the two split up and circled the sprawling complex, meeting on the other side. Neither found anything that could serve as an entrance or exit. Even the buildings themselves seemed to have been cast as a single piece, then undergone further changes that fused them completely together.
It was not just physical passages that failed them. Angel's Mirror Tunnel, Klein's divination, and even the True Vision he had secretly used above the gray fog, away from Angel, could not penetrate the layers of grayish-white material to reach the interior.
"We can't get around it through the Mirror World, and small-scale petrification doesn't work either. This building itself practically counts as a Sealed Artifact... I just don't know which Pathway it belongs to. Could it be Warrior?"
Angel ran her hand over the building's smooth, grayish-white wall and muttered to herself. She was tempted to cause an earthquake beneath their feet to see whether it would shake open cracks in Chernobyl's complex wide enough for them to enter.
Klein stood beside her, deep in thought. Neither Creeping Hunger nor the Staff of the Stars' Teleportation could do anything about these overlapping buildings with their indistinct interiors.
Yet he remembered that, in the scene he had seen while divining the No Darkness Cross, the Ancient Sun God had opened an illusory fissure directly in the wall and walked out of the building.
An idea struck him. He casually grabbed at the air beside him a few times, pulling a slender, languid figure out of the History Void. She swayed several times before finding her footing, her lady's traveling hat tilted to one side, revealing slightly curly brown hair and pale blue eyes beneath it.
Angel's gaze sharpened. She immediately recognized the woman as Fors Wall, the