Looking to either side, various odds and ends had been scattered about in bits and pieces. But they were all covered with black cloth and blanketed in thick dust.
Further up, pipes extending in from every direction were tangled in a chaotic mess, and some of them had already stopped carrying liquid.
The entire room was not particularly spacious, roughly comparable to an ordinary classroom at Saint Marian Academy.
There was nothing unusual about the room's structure either. Aside from the lack of iron bars... it was like a prison cell.
"This should be the place."
Dark took a deep breath and spoke.
"Search around. See if there are any stragglers."
The Magic Spirits, aside from Gatomon, scattered in all directions.
Dark walked over to the pool and lowered his head to look at the red liquid that had begun flowing again.
The red liquid looked like blood and even gave off a bloody stench. But for some reason, he felt that it was not water.
The feeling was strange, like seeing water yet not seeing water, seeing flowers yet not seeing flowers.
If he had to use an especially fitting analogy, it was "painted."
Essentially, that was one of the Dungeon's distinctive products.
They did not have much research value. Like the Dungeon's wall bricks, they were part of the Dungeon's "construction" or "decoration," and even if brought out of the Dungeon, they would vanish as time passed.
"Found a treasure chest!"
DemiDevimon's outrageously excited voice suddenly rang out from a corner of the room.
It was obviously yelling on purpose, making Misdreavus, who had lost the treasure hunt competition, puff out her cheeks and circle it in frustration.
Dark immediately walked over.
A huge treasure chest half a person tall had been hidden beneath a black cloth.