In theory, the situation was already more than enough to file a satisfactory report.
Beneath the Institute of Curses was an "ark" believed to date back to antiquity. Angel Lord, who had dared to defy the Night Watchers, had hidden inside it in a bid to cling to life, but had now been ground to dust.
Next, it would be advisable to interrogate any potential witnesses, with particular attention to tracking down the suspicious Nefeli.
As a field operative assigned on short notice, Su Gao had done enough to submit a satisfactory report. She could easily slack off from here on out.
Unfortunately, she wasn't Chief Yuan. Unless she faced a threat she couldn't resist, she probably wouldn't be in a hurry to get out.
In that case, they might as well "hurry" deeper and see what lay below.
On the one hand, Fu Qian was just as curious. On the other, given his many encounters with angels, he'd never felt much goodwill toward this rapidly growing light. He had no inclination to waste time on a thorough search.
"Okay."
Su Gao was undoubtedly very receptive to her consultant's suggestions. The next moment, she was already walking ahead.
The natives still stood frozen in place as if facing a formidable enemy, but wherever Fu Qian and Su Gao went, their gazes remained fixed on them.
That reaction seemed to suggest they were indeed charging up some ultimate attack, rather than choosing peace above all else.
But apparently, that was all it amounted to. Even when Fu Qian and Su Gao reached the passage leading farther down, no divine punishment came.
It had to be said that the ark's construction was all about simplicity.
There were no decorations to be seen, and the layout on each level was much the