They did not dare open the metal door before them directly. Instead, they stopped in front of it, as if some unfathomable taboo force had smothered their curiosity.
Although the phantom of civilization had vanished, its imprint seemed to have been branded into existence, impossible to erase.
The whispers of civilization still seemed to linger in Mr. Assath's ears.
It was a method of civilization's birth that surpassed his understanding.
How had the people of the Holy Light Kingdom been born...? The people of the Holy Light Kingdom had been born from faith. They had come from His will, and were destined to return to His embrace.
However, traversing the phantom of civilization had completely shattered one of Mr. Assath's established notions.
Yet his understanding had already been shattered by the bizarre events that had happened to him one after another... reduced to fragments.
"I can't explain how I feel right now." Mr. Assath took a deep breath and looked around at the three people before him. "I believe you feel the same way."
They said nothing. The shock in their hearts had yet to subside.
"There may be things behind this door that are even more astonishing than anything you can imagine." Mr. Assath spoke slowly. "I don't know whether we should open it. Now, I'm leaving the decision to you."
"What about you?" Allen asked instinctively.
Mr. Assath said resolutely, "I'm going in, but you can choose to stay."
"We've already come this far. There's no reason to stop now." Allen gently shook his head. "Unless you can solve the problem with me before we go in."
It was true that vampires could not resist blood, but Mr. Assath simply had no interest in biting a man... He turned instead to Clili and Morian.
"Boss, wherever you go,