In the semicircular tunnel, Deep held a torch and silently walked forward with the other white-robed World Crown islanders, their footsteps echoing far into the expansive tunnel.
Soon, the surroundings began to change. The smooth red walls now bore pockmarked traces—explosion craters, bullet holes, and various other indentations. Although it was clear that repairs had been attempted, it still didn't look much better.
Deep clenched his fists tightly. He remembered this place—the battle scars were clearly left behind after he and the Captain fought that giant spider. These marks made Deep absolutely certain that this island was the same one from before. Back when they battled the Foundation, Deep distinctly remembered this Floating Island had also offered assistance.
This was the property of Hope Island. How dare these cultists seize it!
