In the middle layer of the spiral ruins structure, a room full of demon crystal-embedded instruments.
Three blood relatives are dealing with the frostbite and lacerations accumulated along the way, with dark red blood frost congealing on their pale skin.
Casinar was observing the room: "Is this... some kind of control room?"
His fingertips hovered over the nearest demon crystal but didn't use magic power to activate it.
In these ancient ruins, recklessly activating unknown devices typically doesn't end well; at best, it's futile, at worst, it may cause the entire structure to collapse and bury oneself.
After a brief rest, the team continued to advance upward, traversing several corridors without encountering any Cold Spirits?!
"Perhaps the upper area is inherently safe?" a blood relative quietly speculated.
"Or it could be that something more dangerous resides here," another cautiously reminded.
Casinar suddenly raised his hand to signal silence.
