Imagine it: over the course of these long centuries, had something broken out of the cage imprisoning it? And this creature had not escaped through its own strength alone. In fact, the cage sealing it had been weaker than the others'—far weaker, even...
It had not simply been lucky. In truth, all the chieftains here had been meant to die from the very beginning, and only this one creature had been able to escape. All of it had been arranged in advance.
Just who was that Behemoth? Setting aside the fact that even Li still had not figured out what he was up to, this enormous underground structure alone was enough to astonish him beyond measure. And now, that man had clearly gathered all the leaders of the different races here, plotting something.
Working backward from the beginning, it seemed that the leaders of these tribes had all been deceived by Behemoth. Behemoth had not intended for them to help his nation survive its crisis at all; he had some other purpose in mind.
Li knocked on an intact enclosure and gauged its thickness. Though transparent, it was at least four or five centimeters thick—nothing like the shattered transparent enclosure aboveground. However, Li could not tell who had originally been held inside, since the bronze plaque on it had also been scratched beyond recognition.
Li gently shook his head at Timaria. "Let's get out first. Everyone here is already dead. There's no point in looking any further."
Li led Timaria back to the entrance they had come through. A turntable still stood beside the door, but when Li placed his hand on it, his expression changed. Yes, this thing was indeed like an elevator—but the problem was that it had been here for centuries.
When Li tried to turn it,