'This man is mad…'
The middle-aged official leading them through the inspection route thought as he stopped in front of the fortieth resource dungeon they were viewing.
The young man behind him, Klaus held that strange compass in his trembling hand, and the artifact pointed straight forward while releasing a distinctive glow.
This wasn't the first time. ..Or the second. Out of all forty resource dungeons they'd checked today, that compass had glowed exactly four times, and the official was genuinely intrigued as to why. What made those four dungeons special? What was the compass detecting? He didn't have any answers, but the consistency was impossible to ignore.
"Mirela..." Klaus whispered, his voice hoarse and weak.
