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At once, the group landed on the edge of a cliff over the other side of the mountain range. Below the cliff, that is, in front of them, was a wide mud swamp shaped like a cyclonic funnel. Its sides, which were slashed off spirally, exuded black smoke from random cuts. Its bottommost point brimmed with a lake composed of bright yellow jelly substance, boiling slowly. Bubbles plopped here and there, henceforth producing a glowing yellow mist.

Saki attempted, "You're telling me that this… This mess… is a deity?!"

Sable growled, "Rrr… grrr, roar, hm hm hm!"

Saki looked at Switzer. Switzer translated dumbfoundedly, "Deep Depression is more like a phenomenon compared to my remaining peers. It moves only a mile per day. If any dweller were to be at least a hundred miles near it, it would expand its fog and smoke into the clouds. The latter is quite obvious!"