Somewhere in the Guixu.
This dark space, which no one had set foot in for who knew how long, now lit up with a streak of golden light in the distance.
In the darkness, some strange figures hurriedly burrowed deeper inside.
A moment later, footsteps gradually rang out. Accompanying the arrival of the golden light, a figure could be seen within it.
It was an old man with pale hair. He was no longer young, yet he gave off none of the air of twilight years.
His expression was cold and indifferent, as if nothing concerned him.
His two golden pupils swept across the darkness from time to time. His sharp gaze seemed capable of piercing through the shadows.
If anyone from Freedom Wings had been here, they would have been astonished to discover that this old man was none other than their former general, Morton.
The one who had now appeared in the Guixu was naturally Michael, who had occupied Morton's body.
After leaving Freedom City, he had come alone to the Guixu. Using Morton's memories and exploiting several administrative loopholes, Michael had easily infiltrated the place.
Before Michael stood an arched stone gate. It towered enormously, clearly not built for modern humans.
A giant was carved upon the stone gate.
But this giant was strange. It had no head, its eyes were set in its chest, and it held a shield and an axe in a battle stance.
Though it was only a carving, it still made one's blood boil. It was as if the giant's unyielding roar could be heard by one's ears.
Michael stared at the giant carving for a long time, recalling some unpleasant experiences.
Among those experiences had been a giant like this one, who had hacked his soldiers down into the mortal world.