United States, Gettysburg.
Naoko transformed into silver threads and entered an underground cavern.
There were many stalactite crystals inside the cave, but a narrow path ran through the center of the ground, covered in a layer of bone dust. Faintly visible beneath it were jade-like bones.
Much of the bone dust had formed into pearl-like grains, condensing under the effects of the natural environment into round objects resembling relics.
But this place had absolutely nothing to do with kindness.
The instant she entered, she sensed that the underground area was filled with the same bizarre aura as Java, though it was only a remnant. The source seemed to have already moved elsewhere.
A guide rope had been strung along the way, and footprints in the bone ash showed that someone had come here not long ago.
The one-way footprints indicated that they had yet to return.
Either they were dead, or they were still deeper within the cave.
Naoko spread out her sensory organs and instantly detected the situation deep inside the cave. Her figure flashed, and she entered its depths.
A group of twenty soldiers armed with rifles, led by a captain, were cautiously observing the scene before them.
Beside them stood an elderly bespectacled man in a casual suit, carrying a notebook and camera and wearing a shoulder bag.
His hair was already gray, his face deeply lined with wrinkles, and his beard grew untidily.
"To be honest, I really don't want to get involved in this sort of thing again. Twenty years ago, an Indonesian colonel forcibly took me to see a similar structure."
"You should have read my book. I wrote much of it down in there. Perhaps many people think it was all just a story, but I want to say that it was all