A week had passed, but the gates of Valhǫll were still firmly closed. The only thing that had changed was that there were even more Moai outside than before. It was as if all the Moai of the Underworld had gathered there.

It was a rather terrifying sight to see the Moai, who only knew how to devour the flesh of living beings, quietly waiting for something for a week and counting.

Arghhhhhh.

The Moai, who had been looking only at Valhǫll as if it were the only existence in the entire world, began to sob.

“Here we go again.”

A summon let out a complaint. They had been observing the Moai for a week already, but they still couldn’t get used to watching over the abominable Dead. Moreover, if the Moai started to wail in groups, the Underworld felt like a literal hell.

“I’m just grateful that they haven’t started turning on each other despite their hunger.”

The summons thought that they were fortunate to have at least avoided seeing the terrible sights they had witnessed during the year-long war against the Moai ever again. After all, seeing tens of thousands of these Dead tearing each other apart had made them sick to their stomachs.

However, that didn’t mean the Nagas felt good about their current situation. They knew the Moai’s purpose was Valhǫll, but the tension of thinking that the Dead might suddenly change their minds and rush toward the Grand Labyrinth still weighed heavily on them.

The Nagas...