Dark Moon?
This had certainly been effective.
Although the space beyond the door still wasn't open to the sky, this moonlight alone was already familiar to Fu Qian.
The Pope hadn't been lying. There really was another Dark Moon in this place.
And the Envoy had lived up to expectations. The first place he led them to seemed to be exactly where they needed to go.
Though, of course, it only seemed that way.
"We're closer to her, but we still can't pinpoint her."
The Witch watched the scene calmly and offered her assessment.
"To find her, we need to go deeper into the nightmare?"
Fu Qian wasn't surprised in the least. He casually sought confirmation.
Back when he'd instructed the Envoy to lead the way, he'd already said that, in essence, this was a dialogue between the two of them and the prisoners.
So no matter how naturally the Envoy acted throughout the process, how calmly he carried himself, or how little he seemed constrained, the moonlight that had suddenly appeared had nothing to do with him. It reflected the prisoners' will.
The Mechanical Tyrant had already confirmed that this place was a Hongmen Banquet, yet the Dark Moon on the other side had still appeared. For the prisoners, that was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise.
But what followed was an oppressiveness that was far too powerful.
Maintaining a fragile alliance wasn't easy. If they didn't respond somehow, the blow to morale would be severe, and it was hard to say whether resentment might take root within their ranks.
What was more, Fu Qian and the Witch had discussed everything openly the entire time, including their assessment of the situation.
In these circumstances, whatever the Envoy had led them to had to be the prisoners' response.
It also meant that