The corridor twisted and turned, the spell inscriptions on the walls glowing in a hazy light that provided only the most basic illumination.
The corridors on the Negative Fifth Floor seemed endless. The shadows of the group swept across the walls, then vanished in an instant.
With Antanas leading the way and possessing a map as a prison guard, they had set off along the optimal route from the very moment they started running.
Only after the group had sprinted at full speed to the Exit Teleportation Hall did Hughberlian finally let out a sigh of relief and carefully set Poet of Great Love back on the ground.
She had not dared let go of him for half a day, afraid that Poet of Great Love would fall again.
Meanwhile, Antanas had run into the Safe Zone and entered her slacking-off mode. She felt that there was basically nothing left for her to do.
An inexplicable confidence.
She felt that the only time she might have to do anything was when they went down to the Negative Sixth Floor to speak with Truth-Seeking Planai. She might have to enter the cell with the New King and serve as his guard.
"I've finally come to this place one day."
Sinora stood calmly in the Teleportation Hall and spoke to Antanas, her face showing a hint of relief at having survived a disaster.
Sinora was actually afraid not only of her own phantom, but even more of the New King's phantom. She could not imagine how impossible it would be to deal with. It might be able to kill her instantly at first sight.
She looked ahead.
The Void Teleportation Gate, its deep-purple mirror-like surface rippling with waves, stood atop the steps at the far end of the Teleportation Hall.
The gate