"Why the hell is this hole so dark…?"
I couldn't help but curse as I forced myself into the narrow passage, darker than pitch black. Just moments ago, I had been gulping down water like a madman after that bastard Winter left me to dry for god knows how many days but then the entire treasury started shaking, cracks spreading across the walls.
Winter wasn't happy about the development either but what could he even do when the Heavenly Principles themselves were pushing this treasury out of the Mortal Realm?
According to him, the treasury had long overstayed the time it was allowed to exist in the Mortal Realm as he had been resisting the push while I was inside his father's memories, chatting with the Trickster and trying to revive Eidolon.
