How deep was she going?
The darkness grew thicker and thicker, and the air gradually became so thin that it was more difficult to breathe than usual.
No matter how she thought about it, this was no ordinary place.
‘……My back hurts.’
Being dragged in a cart over the uneven ground was quite an ordeal.
Then, at a certain moment.
‘!’
A huge square appeared before her eyes, which had adjusted to the darkness.
Until now, she had been moving through a narrow passage like a tunnel, but now a wide, hall-like space had appeared underground.
All around, figures clad in seamless golden Battle Armor were moving about.
They held spears that looked like condensed solid light, and beneath their plumed helmets, their faces were hidden by something like transparent glass.
Meilin had never seen them in person, but she knew of them from what Simon had told her.
‘The Undead soldiers of the First Legion!’
They were working.
They were using various tools to break through the walls and excavate the area.
When they broke through a certain part of the wall, something like a ‘coffin’ emerged.
They pulled it out, opened the lid, checked the skeletal remains, and then loaded it onto a waiting minecart.
There were more than just one or two coffins pulled out like that.
Meilin’s shoulders trembled.
‘Does that mean this entire space is a giant mass grave?’