The catacombs of Kemola were as vast and magnificent as any Stereoscopic City.
「Fifteen minutes ago.」
Having fled in a hurry and failed to retrace his steps as planned, Florant was like a headless chicken, trapped in the middle level of the catacombs with no way out.
Black Walls, studded with skulls, stood within the massive tomb chambers.
Even in death, the souls of these powerful Wizards, buried as sacrificial offerings, could find no peace.
The wails of the dead echoed ceaselessly in Florant's Spiritual Perception, a great tide of death washing over his mind in relentless waves.
The deeper he ventured into the catacombs, the more terrified Florant became. This place was the final resting place for countless bodies, far too many to count. Among them were powerful entities whose Mighty Power had not yet dissipated, even after a million years. The lingering aura was enough to fill him with dread.
