So, Marda and the others really managed to make the Annihilation Crystal Cannon?
This... this couldn't be right, could it?
Where had those two gotten the L391 Mineral?
What on earth was going on?
On the viewing platform, looking at the hill in the distance that had been completely erased beneath the Annihilation Crystal Cannon, John—who had been "calm and composed"—couldn't help falling into unprecedented confusion and bewilderment.
Time rewound to a month earlier.
February 10. Faoken, deep within Silverstone Mine northwest of Revival City.
As the person in charge of Silverstone Mine, Doran had been directly "exiled to the frontier" ever since arriving in Faoken. Now, President Beate was holding up a Magic Crystal Ore lamp and staring at the mineral before him, his golden eyebrows twisting into a tight knot.
That was because what had appeared before him wasn't the common precious metal they had mined before, but a stretch of rock wall glowing with a dim, dark-purple light. Countless golden veins spread through the rock like blood vessels. Under the lamplight, the wall seemed almost alive, slowly pulsing.
"President, this thing... It looks a little off to me!"
Beside him, his deputy Toby had been forced to come down into the mine as well. His face was covered in mineral dust, and he hurried over while staring at the instrument in his hand with a terrified look. Even his voice was trembling.
"According to the mana detector, this thing's mana concentration is far beyond that of ordinary Magic Crystal Ore, but its stability is practically nonexistent. If we mine it recklessly, it could trigger an unprecedented explosion. It's fucking dangerous!" "President, we can't mine this stuff. It'll kill us. How about we get the hell out of here?"
Hearing his useless deputy Toby's cowardly remarks, Doran said