Bard stood silently in the vast and deathly silent underground space, his nerves tense, and his eyes heavy with apprehension.
The communication device fixed to his armor's strap continued to emit hollow howls.
Even though he didn't understand the principle of the device, from magical knowledge, he knew it was the result of a communication spell being completely blocked—yet when did this happen?
The crystals were still emitting a faint glow, and the magic symbols on the device's surface were still functioning normally. This seemingly "nothing unusual" scene had lulled him into complacency, so much so that he couldn't determine when the communication had been cut off… Maybe he had ventured too deep into this eerie darkness, and the Cecil Clan on the surface probably couldn't see the images he sent back anymore?
