The oracle's means.

The dense number of metal piece armies swarmed the fourth floor were immensely great. The large space, black crystalized rocks of digital mechanism easily pass off as an entire built systemized structure.

At the far end of the walls, a large opening was there. The only visible outlet showing the means of the emerging army of robots.

A parting was made from behind the crowd of humanoid soldiers, making a clear way for the group.

* You may choose the number that you would like to proceed in with us! * The humanoid said, standing on the cleared path into the fourth floor.

At this moment, the group looked at themselves. As though making a worthy pick amongst them, with silence that didn't last long in them.

* Um,.. * Tia's calm and gentle voice sounded out from the group, calling the attention of everyone else around.

* Can we get a waiting room or something, since we're going to be waiting for the others. *