The Fortress Beneath the Earth
His lips slowly curled upward.
'Heh, so he's a transmigrator. Victor have wild guess for this marquis...'
The thought stayed with Victor as he continued walking through the cave.
The passage stretched far deeper than he had expected. Pale crystals embedded in the stone gave off a gentle blue-white glow, illuminating the uneven walls and the winding path ahead. Their footsteps echoed softly, sometimes disappearing into the darkness before returning as faint, distorted sounds.
Diana walked beside him, her black hair swaying against her shoulders.
Victor's expression remained relaxed, but his mind was already piecing together everything they had learned.
Those rumors.
The personality change.
The sudden appearance of swordsmanship.
The experiments.
The strange confidence.
And, most importantly, the use of Zenith Aura.
