Slaaash!
Sanghyeon and Hahyeon crossed, cleaving apart the final corpse.
As the half-rotted body collapsed, complete silence finally settled over the underground corridor.
Leandro surveyed the sloping passage with somber eyes. Looking at the spiraling tunnel, which had been dug downward in irregular curves without any particular supporting foundation, he was suddenly struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu.
‘There’s no mistake. This structure is similar to the basement of the safe house Richelieu built long ago.’
Of course, he remembered the traps prepared by the Puppeteer as having been far more elaborate than these.
But crude as these were by comparison, were not the fundamental mechanisms and patterns of the traps, as well as their methods of concealment, far too similar to the ones from back then?
‘Perhaps they simply didn’t have enough time to prepare.’
It could not have taken very long for Darsiano Territory to be transformed into a living hell.
Either someone familiar with the original techniques had constructed this place in a hurry, or someone connected to the Puppeteer had imperfectly imitated those techniques.
As soon as his thoughts reached that point, Leandro instinctively recalled something Prince Morres had told him long ago.
—Things that remain in the world for a long time usually leave deep and lasting traces behind.
Perhaps because Leandro…