Watching the old werewolf step into the vortex and vanish into the surging bloodwater in the blink of an eye, Hao Ren stood there, slightly dazed. Geldon looked old and frail, yet who would have thought he was such a reckless fellow? He had stepped in without the slightest hesitation.
He had just been about to say that they had a detector with them... but it seemed they no longer needed one.
The magisters who had come along, whether church members or Ofra's subordinates, were all deeply shaken by the sight. Even Vivian could not help frowning. "...Devout faith is certainly a good thing here, but the Diocesan Chief didn't have to go this far... He could have found some other way to probe what's beneath the vortex first."
Just then, a pale golden beam suddenly rose from the bottom of the Great Vortex, interrupting Vivian. Ofra nodded when she saw it. "That's a signal from Your Excellency the Diocesan Chief. It looks like it's safe down there."
As she spoke, she adjusted her equipment and turned toward her trusted aides. "Wait here. If we can't return through the vortex, we'll use the teleportation stone to return to the church in town. We'll contact you according to the usual procedure."
Then she looked at Hao Ren and the others. "It seems the situation here is even worse than we anticipated in town. No one knows what lies beneath this vortex. You have the right to withdraw. As mercenaries, you've already far surpassed your peers. No one will laugh at you if you withdraw now..."
Before she could finish, Hao Ren stepped forward with righteous determination. "What are you talking about! We, the Famous... mercenary group, have always kept our promises. If we say we'll see this through, then we'll see