The entry inspection hall at the Abyssal Observation Station is always filled with an unsettling aura.
The purification crystals embedded in the walls pulse every few seconds.
Ron stands at the inspection table, allowing the tentacle-like scanning devices to hover around his body.
These devices, made of living metal, are covered with fine nerve fibers and can perceive even the slightest energy changes.
The researcher in charge of the inspection is a witch in her early forties.
Her left side of the face was severely burned in an early abyss incident, and her skin resembles the rough texture of bark.
When the scan results appeared on the display screen, the middle-aged witch's expression instantly froze.
"This... this is impossible..."
Her voice trembled, and the unburned hand began unconsciously stroking the burned cheek.
This was her habitual action when extremely nervous:
