Anna's pupils narrowed. She felt a peculiar vibration from the ground, and as she slowly turned, the tunnel wall rose with the sound of rocks scraping against each other.
Within the square opening was a vast, spherical chamber. If the Floating Island was a duck egg, then this was its yolk. Alien architecture, utterly different from anything in the Human World, was evenly distributed across the ground, the walls, and the ceiling. Swarms of green centipedes, each over three meters tall, scuttled between buildings alongside other bizarre-looking monsters. The true center of the Floating Island was hollow—this was a city belonging to 1189-1. No, perhaps it was an Airship suspended in the sky.
The previous escape of 1189-1 had been a complete sham. It had lured Anna here on purpose.
As Anna watched them, the various bodies controlled by 1189-1 "looked" back using their assorted sensory organs.
