After speaking, Fiona Russell descended the steps one at a time. The dim yellow light gradually fell behind her. Ahead lay darkness so deep she could not even see the stairs, and she could only feel her way down, step by cautious step, with no idea how far they went.
To be honest, she did not want to go in. Before coming, she had asked several masters to perform Divination and make predictions about whether the trip would be safe. Every result said it would be, but a god was involved, and she did not put much faith in those results. Gods could alter them, after all.
But she had given the Dusk God her word. She could not break it.
Gradually, the darkness swallowed her completely, and the footsteps of Malor Ingna Rui, who had been following her, faded away.
She stopped without thinking, and Malor Ingna Rui walked straight into her.
"Sorry."
Fiona Russell's voice was full of apology, but as soon as she spoke, she noticed something wrong. Though walls surrounded them, there was no echo at all. Behind her, Malor Ingna Rui seemed to have fallen silent too.
She tightened her grip on the Scroll and turned to him, speaking tentatively.
"Sorry, Mr. Malor. I just remembered something, so I stopped."
Then she watched him closely.
The old man facing her opened his mouth and moved it several times.
Sound was blocked here? No one else could hear her voice? Was that why Mr. Malor Ingna Rui had said nothing? Thoughts flashed through Fiona Russell's mind.
Malor Ingna Rui seemed to realize the problem too. Shattered Gold light flashed in his eyes, and a towering figure appeared behind him.
Dusk light radiated from the figure, piercing the darkness and revealing the stairs, the walls, and the