In the vertical darkness of the passage, Bologue felt a gust of wind carrying choking dust and a faint smell of machine oil. He could vaguely hear the sound of mechanical operations and the clash of metal roaring.
"You must have realized, right? The Land of Secrets is far more than what meets the eye on the surface."
Yolanda led the way ahead. She was very familiar with this area and could accurately distinguish the road in the darkness, even without any illumination.
"Yes."
Bologue nodded and continued his conjecture, "According to the pyramidal structure, since there are so many Condensers here, correspondingly, The Imperfect should be dozens of times more, but the Wasteland District is not that large, nor are The Imperfect as numerous as I estimated."
The dark vision gradually turned bright as Bologue stepped out of the passage, standing on a high aerial corridor.
