Half the time meant half the distance.
In other words, this seemingly broken yet unbroken staircase had actually once been fractured and incomplete, only to be reassembled later.
Reassembling a severed staircase would involve reconnecting both the material realm and the energy realm—that was, reconnecting the stone steps and the magic array. The difficulty involved was anything but ordinary.
Wise Sovereign had previously hinted that he had not been the one to repair the magic array here. It had been someone they would eventually meet.
Could it be that hidden existence lurking in the shadows, the one who had sent the Wise Sovereign to stop them?
As Angel silently pondered, everyone had already arrived before the door.
"It's actually still a wooden door. This doesn't look like a prison at all," Dox muttered.
"Then what do you think a prison should look like?" Wise Sovereign asked with a smiling squint.
"At the very least, a cell ought to be able to hold people. This wood doesn't look very sturdy. It's not even as hard as those porous stone floors from before." As Dox spoke, he gestured as well. "The platform before the door is fairly spacious too. You could put a few Gargoyles here as guards. Or, failing that, arrange some alchemical puppets."
Watching Dox's eyes grow brighter and brighter as he spoke, Angel finally could not help saying, "Porous stone wouldn't work either. It can last for a while, but when it encounters a void storm, doesn't it still end up shattered all over the ground? The best choice would be Void Pattern Stone. It lasts a long time, isn't afraid of void storms, and is the primary casting material for Planar Corridors. It's expensive, easy to carry, and easy to identify. Red, wouldn't you agree?"
Dox had been