Half an hour later, Li Weier and the others shoved their way through the clamorous crowd, dragged several unlucky souls who dared not voice their anger down from the wall, and took their places atop Severed Domain Town's low walls, where they could see the open-air volcanic crater.
"This is the place, Brother Tibilus," the minotaur Denny Haught said cautiously, wiping the sweat from his brow.
And whenever he recalled his earlier "rudeness" at the Severed Domain Tavern, another glistening layer of sweat seeped from his wrinkled forehead.
He might have been a little slow-witted, but he at least knew how to read the room. Otherwise, he would never have survived this long in the intricate and ever-changing Bottomless Abyss.
The moment he had made that half-joking remark, he had instantly felt the tavern's atmosphere turn oppressive, as though a death omen star had suddenly appeared overhead, shining down upon him.
He had immediately hurried to change the subject beneath the other man's half-smiling, inscrutable gaze, and so the conversation naturally turned to the Severed Domain Town Death Arena, where he had been staying these past days. That caught Li Weier's interest.
"Mm. This place really is... special."
Li Weier looked out at the bustling sight before him, a place that could only be described as teeming with voices, and gave his assessment.
And this so-called Death Arena truly deserved to be called "special."
As he approached this not particularly vast volcanic crater, of which only half remained, he felt his connection to the power of the Abyss begin to flicker in and out.
He immediately had a premonition: once he climbed over the wall and set foot on the land within, his link with that Abyssal power would be "severed"!
Such a tiny patch of land actually lay outside