The Tass tribespeople placed the coffin containing Cordis and Chrollo onto the slide.
With a gentle push,
the coffin slid down.
The tribesman who had carried the coffin bowed twice more toward the opening, then left with a smile.
The Tower of Love could only be described as a bottomless pit.
Cordis and Chrollo slid for over ten minutes before finally reaching the bottom.
The instant they landed, Cordis impatiently kicked away the board in front of him.
He scrambled out of the coffin, panting, and couldn't help complaining.
"Seriously, I nearly roasted to death in there."
Chrollo casually put away the two [Substitute Dolls], then began surveying their surroundings.
Perhaps because the Tower of Love was underground, the air was noticeably thin.
But that had no effect on Nen users.
Unsurprisingly, traps were everywhere.
But everyone knew that traps couldn't harm the gods of legend.
Clearly, these weren't meant to guard against gods, but against anyone who intruded into the Tower of Love.
Only a few torches illuminated the entire Tower of Love.
And they only lit the area around the two of them. Any farther in, there would be no torchlight.
The sound of chains also echoed through the tower.
Sometimes distant, sometimes close.
When distant, it was almost inaudible; when close, it seemed to be right beside their ears.
"Chrollo, should we keep going?"
At that, Chrollo warily scanned their surroundings, then nodded.
The two continued forward.
The torches gradually grew fewer, until they only occasionally spotted one or two.
Then they saw an enormous palace.
The palace was brightly lit and exceptionally tidy, a stark contrast to the decay outside.
Chrollo frowned at the magnificent palace before him, unsure whether to go inside.
Something about this palace gave him a bad feeling.
Although it was only