That was astonishing.
As the situation suddenly changed, Fu Qian hadn't taken even half a step back, but he didn't hesitate to offer his praise.
There really was a group of "them"?
Something invisible lurked somewhere beyond view. It was a terrifying scene, enough to make anyone uncomfortable.
And although that thing still hadn't shown itself, the halberd had clearly hit its target. Judging by the traces on the ground, it had bled profusely.
Such a sharp display made it easy to think the plan had really worked.
By touching the stone seat, they could establish a deeper connection with the entire furnace, and in turn discover the hidden "them."
"I was wrong after all..."
Zhao Ran had rushed forward and picked up the halberd, remaining on guard.
But he had gained nothing more. At last, he looked over at Fu Qian, his expression complicated.
"Oh? Where were you wrong?"
Given the state of Zhao Ran's mind, admitting a mistake of his own accord was another astonishing feat. Fu Qian couldn't help asking.
"That mark wasn't left by 'them'... It was left for us."
The spray of blood had almost perfectly stained the tip of one of those "hands" red. Zhao Ran's gaze traveled from there to the stone seat.
"Although I don't know who made it, or whether it was that group of 'failures,' this thing can clearly give us a little strength to fight back... Could you see it just now?"
It wasn't hard to understand. He'd completely mistaken where the symbols had come from.
They weren't an outward manifestation of "them," but a means of resistance discovered by all those who had been sacrificed.
That did make more sense. Otherwise, it was hard to explain the graffiti in that special space.
It wasn't as if "they"