The mysterious dark square stretched beyond sight, making it unimaginable how such an enormous square-shaped structure could be built on the Underground Second Level. Faintly, the outline of more buildings could be glimpsed in the depths of the square, but the sheer distance and dim light prevented everyone from seeing clearly what exactly lay there.
However, those were not the things the group was most concerned about at that moment. What appeared under the firelight was truly chilling: two Black Warriors stood silently about twenty meters from the passageway entrance, their vacant stares seeming to indicate they were still in a state of confusion. From the strangely shaped black mustache hook blades they held, faint black flames occasionally fluttered out. A barely perceptible mist swirled around the bodies of the Black Warriors, and their pale golden cheeks bore no sign of emotion—it wasn't possible for them to have any emotions at all.