"I haven't sensed any unusual magical energy on my end." Although the terrain radar was unusable, Roman could still detect some magical signatures.
The undead along the way had not caused the group much trouble, and by now, everyone had entered the Temple of Azrael.
This was a very ancient temple.
Though ancient, it was not dilapidated. Instead, it exuded a solemn, mysterious air. Even someone as easygoing as Tawara Tōta could not help becoming serious after entering the Temple of Azrael.
"No, Doctor." Mash furrowed her brow. "This place is filled with a kind of... pressure. If you aren't here in person, you probably can't feel it."
Anno stood in the middle of the group, looking over the temple's furnishings.
It was very clean, and the many objects were neatly arranged. It looked as though someone cleaned the place every day.
The reliefs on the walls seemed to possess souls. He could even feel their gazes.
It was a pressure that was both tangible and intangible, and—
Anno could tell this was not some act meant to intimidate them. Whoever lived here truly took the maintenance of this temple seriously.
"Neither life signs nor magical signatures can be detected. There isn't even a single sound besides us..."
"And yet our bodies are trembling on their own." Fujimaru Ritsuka held Mash's hand, cautiously scanning their surroundings.
The First Hassan... He did not seem like someone easy to get along with.
"Keep moving." Cursed Arm Hassan, walking at the very front, showed no concern for the anomaly. He merely looked ahead and informed everyone in his slightly hoarse voice, "Ahead lies a domain unknown even to us Hassans—a domain belonging solely to the First."
"We must remain at maximum alert—"
Clang—
Bang!!!
An invisible slash from nowhere suddenly struck at the