What a grand undertaking.
As the group ventured deeper into the darkness, their footsteps echoed ever more clearly. Fu Qian's satisfaction rose in direct proportion to the darkness value.
A colossal structure made from clearly extraordinary materials, with no expense spared.
If it really housed something inside, its value had to be far greater than Lady Yingzhu's ring.
That ring could already let an ordinary person wield Supernatural Power with ease.
A workshop that could automatically smelt "weapons"?
It was a reasonable explanation. But Fu Qian was also curious about what gave it such a wondrous effect.
By now, thanks to his extraordinary mental acuity, he had apparently touched upon this organization's innermost secret—with efficiency that still fell within the bounds of politeness.
He had always been fascinated by how this form of power, inherited from the Holy Grail Cult yet more flexible, worked.
It was still operating even though the sage himself was long gone.
That failed expedition into the ruins had clearly dealt a devastating blow to the organization.
"Keep close to the wall."
Amid the anticipation, Ess's voice sounded for the first time since they had entered the door, telling everyone that they had reached a new stage.
For the young people, already swallowed by darkness and unable to contain their fear, it was undoubtedly heartening news.
Though they had completely lost any sense of the space they were in, they still kept one hand on the cold wall and moved firmly ahead as instructed.
"Stop when you reach the corner. The people behind you should pass you and keep going."
Once she had confirmed that all three were following her instructions, Ess's uncompromising voice rang out again.
It wasn't particularly democratic, but in a situation like this, it seemed to offer the greatest comfort.
Especially since