Be Careful of Traps (First Update)

(Everyone seems so distrustful of my moral integrity. I'm very sad. I've decided to condemn everyone with a ten-thousand-word update. Keep recommending Little Black's Calamity Descends!!! I refuse to believe he can update ten thousand words today too?)

The traces of artificial craftsmanship lay immersed in darkness. Row upon row of pillars extended forward and backward at equal intervals. Looking up along the narrow path embedded in the cliff, the pillars gradually shortened in the distance, overlapping one another. The smooth walls seemed to be made of obsidian, but they were covered with crystal lattice networks used to transmit energy. They were identical to those Brando had seen underground in Valhalla, and their material was no different from the remains of Milos scattered throughout the glaciers aboveground.

In fact, this material could be found everywhere among Vonder's ancient ruins. The only thing players knew all these sites had in common was that they came from the previous era.

This place looked like a long corridor, and in some past era, it might have been called one. But now, only half of the corridor remained. After some unknown disaster, it had been cleaved down the middle, with nothing left on the other side but an unfathomable abyss. The corridor was embedded in a sheer cliff thousands of meters high, winding toward the ground.

In the game, this place was called the Frostflow Passage—

A group of people was slowly making its way through this half-corridor, a prehistoric remnant from before the previous era, and perhaps even from before the Age of Chaos.

At the front of the group, a golden-haired little girl was pinching the face of a short, chubby fellow beside her as she led the way. They were Aloz and Sta. Brando and Veronica followed closely behind, while Scholar