Buzz!
The ceiling gave another violent shudder.
Countless specks of dust rained down. The hard ceiling could no longer withstand the pressure above, and web-like cracks spread across it.
"Al... all right!" Li Ziran said against his better judgment. That so-called meeting room should be safer than this place, at least.
Once he agreed, Li Ziran was practically dragged out of Moon's office. Just as he had imagined, they teleported into a cave.
All the rumbling and the stench of blood outside seemed to vanish. This place felt like another world, though the faint tremors beneath their feet showed that they were still inside the Inquisition.
The surrounding walls were all conglomerate rock, the hardest material underground. Li Ziran was certain they were inside a deposit of conglomerate. He had built secret chambers underground before and knew full well how hard sedimentary rock was. This cave was probably the Inquisition's last safe haven.
The dizziness from teleporting quickly faded. From deep within the cave came the scrape of chairs being moved. Seven black-robed figures rose together and looked toward the entrance.
"Gantor, who is this? Where's the Director?" asked an elderly man in a black robe.
Li Ziran gave them a look. Their clothes were spotless. Though they wore black robes, the robes fit them impeccably, and their cheeks were smooth and clean. From the perspective of a slave trader, they were clearly a pack of pampered idlers.
The Inquisition was facing a life-or-death crisis. Even Moon had nearly died, yet these people sat here in neat clothes. Li Ziran found it rather laughable.
Gantor pulled Li Ziran straight to the middle of the chairs and pressed him into the central stone seat. In a grave voice, he said, "I assume you've all received the news. The Director was ambushed.