Descending the stone stairs one level at a time, Nim soon escorted Lin Chuan to the bottom of the Round Tower.
If a Moon City resident had been found to show signs of losing control, the guards stationed here would escort them into a room, then bring food and potions regularly. Whether they were released would depend on their recovery.
Of course, none of that had anything to do with His Excellency Lin Chuan, whom Moon City's High Priest had personally accompanied here to investigate the survivor of the incident forty-two years ago...
?
Nim hesitated, wanting to say something.
He had just watched Lin Chuan cheerfully arrange for two guards to flank him, then turn and casually wave goodbye.
"Your Excellency Lin Chuan..." Nim finally could not help asking, "Is there some deeper meaning behind this?"
The corners of Lin Chuan's mouth curved upward as he said gleefully:
"It's fun."
Nim froze where he stood.
Recalling His Excellency's earlier remark, "Because I want to," he felt a jumble of emotions and finally sighed.
He really is... lucky.
Nim did not leave. He would wait here until Lin Chuan came out.
After changing into an outfit typical of Moon City, Lin Chuan was "escorted" down a gloomy, dimly lit passage.
Rows of metal lamp brackets lined both sides of the corridor, their dull yellow light keeping the darkness from swallowing this place.
Come to think of it, did I forget to tell Nim and the others that even if they enter lightless darkness now, they won't simply disappear...?
As the earthly Divine Kingdom of Grisha's former incarnation, the Forsaken Land of the Gods was a place where suppressing some of the divine power would take little effort, provided the True Creator wished to do so.
Of course, even if