The knight and the twisted believers guarded the bustling and noisy passage.
The migration had already begun, with the first batch of inner-circle residents moving along the passage with their luggage.
Because there was only one road leading to the core cavern, the converging group quickly formed a slow-moving long line.
A Lun followed, guarding the team. The thin robe seemed to isolate A Lun from the residents, making it difficult for him to blend into the bustling crowd. The occasional glances cast his way were filled with curiosity and awe.
Occasionally, they would complain in low voices about why the team was moving so slowly. A Lun knew the reason—the residents needed to be screened before entering the underground city. Those with low Sanity Value syndrome and deep infection would be temporarily excluded. They would face three choices: become a believer now, maintain the status quo, or become a believer when on the brink of madness and distortion.
