"You'd better truly believe that yourself."
Alazan snorted softly in his mind.
He and Dago were twin entities, and with the overbearing Master-Servant Contract in place, if Dago, the host, played with fire and got himself killed, Alazan would have to vanish into ashes with him.
Dago had no desire to continue arguing with Alazan over such a meaningless matter.
He changed the subject directly, his sharp gaze fixed ahead as he asked, "Have you found the exact location of the exit?"
As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at Bronte III, who was lying obediently in his arms, gnawing on scraps of metal.
"I've roughly pinpointed the direction."
But Alazan's tone did not relax in the slightest. Instead, it grew increasingly grave. "But if you want to reach that exit, there's no way you can avoid it."
"Because that location lies right beneath the nose of the Storm Spirit occupying the very center!"
"I never planned to avoid it."
Dago casually released Bronte III and rose to his feet, an unsettling calm showing on his gaunt face.
He took two steps to the mouth of the cave, the muscles in his right arm bulging as he raised his hand to smash through the rock wall before him.
He had finished resting and was ready to charge into that thunderous hell once more.
The crystallized stone walls could only conceal his presence for a very short time.
Before long, those tireless elemental lifeforms would once again swarm over at the scent of a "living person." This was an iron rule Dago had learned through blood during these months of frenzied slaughter.
"Wait!"
Alazan abruptly called out to stop him, his tone more serious than ever, even carrying a trace of warning.
"Shouldn't you at least let me see exactly what trump