Drip.
The sound of a water droplet falling is heard.
Drip drip.
At the same time, a pungent odor stings the nose. Seongjin unconsciously grimaces and looks around.
The scenery before his eyes is quite familiar. Damp walls covered with filth and moss. A pitch-black tunnel where even the eyesight of an aura user fails to clearly see the interior.
‘Huh?’
What’s this? Until just a moment ago, he was with his father in an inn room, wasn’t he? While talking about Dakianus, eventually the causality overflowed, and the world shook…
“…If it’s a sewer system built throughout the entirety, it will surely be as complicated as a spider’s web.”
At that moment, a voice Seongjin knows well comes from the side. Turning around, Sir Masain is having a conversation with someone, his expression serious.
“We need someone to guide us, or at least a map that shows the internal structure…”
Sir Masain? What on earth is he doing here?
While Seongjin is blinking his eyes, the other party grumbles in response to Sir Masain.
“Are you kidding me? Looking for a proper map in a ruined refugee camp now?”
The guide’s voice is thick with dissatisfaction. Only then does Seongjin realize that he has experienced this situation not long ago.