"The Hermit Society's upper ranks naturally have plans of their own. It's normal that they aren't traveling with us."
Aaron said calmly, "Let's go... Don't miss the opening act!"
"I always feel like the two of us might not even make it through the entrance to the ruins..."
Lilliat muttered, but still followed behind Aaron.
"We will... Every faction will welcome someone with purple eyes... We may know the layout of our ancestors' tomb. Our bloodline might be the key to unlocking certain crucial secrets."
Aaron answered with a smile.
"Hey, hey... Don't say something like that so casually! I don't want to be treated as a sacrifice!"
Lilliat complained, but she did not care that Aaron knew she was a descendant of the Sothoth Family, since Mr. Yasuo might have told him. She set off after Aaron.
Though the two of them looked strange in their masks, Green Forest City seemed somewhat unusual today.
Not only were there far fewer police patrols on the streets, but now and then, strangely dressed people could be seen along the road.
Aaron and Lilliat first took the subway, then switched to a carriage, traveling all the way to the vicinity of the ruins.
Once they arrived, Lilliat regretted it even more.
"It's the military!"
Looking at the uniformed figures carrying rifles and patrolling the surroundings, she sounded as though she were about to cry.
"Mm, they're enforcing martial law, but they don't seem to be excluding us..."
Aaron brazenly led Lilliat toward a sentry post.
The soldier at the post merely gave him a cold glance and did not stop the pair from passing.
Before long, Lilliat arrived beneath the great banyan tree. Staring at the banyan hung with one dried corpse after another, it seemed even her breathing had stopped. "Is