It was the sound of metal crashing into concrete.
In the dark underground passage, the travelers cautiously advanced while searching for supplies.
In the ruined city, gray snow continued to fall without end, and the cold had long since invaded the vast underground space beneath the city.
They were currently following a set of tracks. Mr. Ironclad Katz, who was an ironclad man, walked at the very front, scouting the way.
Remia followed beside Z... Her hands were wrapped tightly around a longsword.
She and her companions had found the sword in a shop that looked like a craft store after they had fallen into the black mud and arrived in this terrifying city... It had never been sharpened, but it was sturdy enough.
"Z, you've been traveling for so long. Have you encountered any other humans?"
Remia had wanted to ask this question for a long time... Perhaps because they were about to enter an unknown and dangerous place, she might not get another chance if she did not ask now.
"Yeah. Quite a few, actually." Z smiled as he answered.
"Where are they now?" Remia hurriedly asked. Those humans might be the other people from the Saint Maiden Ritual venue!
"They all live underground." Z thought for a moment. "Inside graves."
"..."
Remia froze for a moment, then said angrily, "You mean they're called corpses!"
"Mm. Taromaru said the same thing." Z nodded. "Humans who have become corpses."
Remia let out a sigh. How should she put it... After spending some time with Mr. Z, she had discovered that many of his ideas were completely different from hers.
"Look, the space here has gotten bigger." Mr. Ironclad Katz's voice came from ahead.
The group of travelers hurried forward. Katz was already holding an old Oil Lamp and standing