The profound darkness ahead was like an unknown beast baring its terrifying maw, waiting for its prey to arrive.
Darkness devoured every trace of light and shadow. Though he knew that pressing onward would likely plunge him into even deeper darkness, as he listened to the rumbling behind him, Angel had no room in his mind for any other thought. The only thing he could do was keep running.
He was extremely fast, racing like a fleeting glimmer, passing like a vanishing shadow.
Just as the scouting puppet had previously observed, he encountered no obstacles along the way. The underground tunnel was empty and dry. The only sounds were the distant rumbling that was drawing ever closer and his own footsteps.
At last, Angel reached the very bottom of Lasudelan's core—the Void Giant Tower.
Once he arrived, the narrow tunnel suddenly opened up, as though he had stepped out of Gulliver's Lilliput and into the vast world of giants.
Not long after entering the underground levels of the Void Giant Tower, Angel saw the end of the passage.
The scouting puppet's earlier feedback had indicated that there was an enormous metal door here. That was indeed true, but only when Angel truly stood before it did he realize that its size and exquisite craftsmanship exceeded all his expectations.
By the faint glow of the fluorescent stones, Angel could see that the entire door was made from Abyssal Mithril.
Abyssal Mithril was a high-grade material produced in the Abyss. Even a single gram of it would be fiercely fought over at auctions in the Wizarding World, yet such a massive door had been made from it here! Judging by its sheer volume, this door had to be measured in tons!
Even Angel's heart began to race at the sight of such