"Does anyone have anything to add?"
"No," Aaliyah shook her head.
The others had no opinions either. They had discussed the plan preliminarily last night, and Gauss's inquiry this time was just a symbolic procedure.
After putting away the collapsible house, and making all psychological and spell preparations for departure, the group headed towards the surface entrance of the third passage.
The mining site was as silent as ever.
Except for Ying, Gauss and the others were covered with the dust of Aaliyah's scale butterfly, quickly becoming invisible, and their complex aura gradually hidden.
The team walked in this desolate land.
The marks of time's erosion became increasingly evident.
Dry stone wells, broken pottery half-hidden and half-exposed in the soil, the large wheel of some facility had completely decayed, scattered haphazardly.
It was like a graveyard.
"Stick close to me," Ying whispered ahead.
