Bologue thought that once the darkness cleared, he would be greeted by a frenzy of slaughter, but in fact, when Bologue's feet landed firmly on the ground again, nothing happened.
There were no eerie howls, no sudden attacks, and even the evil clamor had weakened considerably.
Bologue looked around; he was currently in an office zone, where workspaces were sequentially arranged, boundaries cutting them off, swivel chairs placed chaotically, and scattered documents strewn everywhere.
The circuitry seemed affected, as bright lights flickered occasionally.
"Relax a bit, Bologue."
Mamo patted Bologue's shoulder, a mischievous smile on his face, "It's not time for a full-scale assault yet."
Bologue's expression was somewhat complex; Mamo was becoming more unpredictable as he lived.
"As you can see, this used to be the Logistics Department's office zone, but it was forced to be abandoned due to the distortion of the Ruins District," Mamo said.
"I think it looks pretty normal here."
