Moonlight bathed Castel, and in the quiet night, only the occasional chirping of insects could be heard.
Above ground, everything was peaceful. Below ground, Theus and Ash were working at a feverish pace.
Ash's six hands gripped the excavation tools Theus had prepared long ago, rapidly digging through the earth. His efficiency reminded Theus of tunnel boring machines from his previous life—perhaps even surpassing them, since not even a tunnel boring machine could cast Turn Stone to Mud.
Four hands dug forward while two carried the soil behind them and smoothed out the passage. As a Transcendent race, Banshees found driving an iron shovel into the ground about as difficult as sticking a hand into a barrel of rice. Before long, the two of them had tunneled their way underground.
"Wait a moment, let me check the direction... Yes, it's straight ahead. We should be there soon."
"Alright."
To avoid leaving traces on the surface, Ash had dug deeper than the coffin. After Theus repeatedly checked their position, the two stopped.
"It should be right here. Just dig upward carefully. Keep your movements as light as possible, and don't let the soil above show any signs of disturbance."
After thinking for a moment, Ash did not continue digging. Instead, he directly cast Turn Stone to Mud. Once the soil softened, it gradually slid down from above.
"Yours is even more useful than a Luoyang shovel."
This was just an ordinary stone.
Beneath the hood, a pair of crimson eyes flashed. That face, usually so carefree, was now incomparably grave.
There was very little iron and copper—probably just the nails and hinges on the box. Other than that, there was nothing else. No inscriptions like those found in the church.
Theus sent a few messages through Mind Link and quickly received