There were several entrances to the sinkhole in the northern mountains of Greeny Island, scattered in different directions. The nearest and farthest were almost a hundred kilometers apart, but the largest entrance was in the area where the Dusk devotees were currently gathered.
It took less than two hours to climb down from the mountain folk's camp and reach the nearest entrance.
Not long ago, before King Louis's journey to the Sangha Empire had ended, he had already sent royal explorers to investigate, hoping to uncover the sinkhole's secrets. However, according to the Tower of Rings' records, an exceptionally powerful energy field isolated the ancient ruins beneath the sinkhole, so the Plantagenet explorers had made little progress over the past month.
Earlier today, they had also rapidly relocated in response to a sudden order. As a result, when the Dusk devotees arrived at the sinkhole entrance, they found only an empty camp.
Best of all, the diligent explorers under King Louis had already opened a route from the surface into the sinkhole. They had even brought a simple mechanical lift to travel through the enormous underground cavern, which had a drop of nearly sixty meters.
The old knight had recovered his wits by now. He was ready to put his professional explorer's skills to use, leading the Dusk devotees into the sinkhole and toward the factory in the Eden Zone as quickly as possible. But just as he was preparing to set out, he glanced back and was startled to see Countess Margaret, who had only just left, being brought back by a hooded figure, bound by psionic power.
The countess was covered in dirt, and her body was marked with burns from psionic energy. Clearly, she had lost the battle for her freedom.
The old knight sighed inwardly.
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