“We’re going to live forever until the light that descends on this land is restored.”0

“...”0

“Our bodies are vessels for our souls…”0

‘I don’t… I don’t think… it was like this.’0

“Someday… someday, the angel of sacrifice… will return. He’ll… return to the Underground Temple…again. He’ll return… someday, no matter what.”0

“Is that all?” I[1] asked.0

“No, there’s more to it… but I can’t read the rest. It’s badly damaged… and it’s not easy to interpret it. I don’t know what to tell you…”0

“...”0

“I think this place was used for religious ceremonies. I can’t say for sure… but seeing that there’s a soul jar—”0

“It kind of… kind of changed,” I interrupted them.0

“...”0

“It kind of changed,” I repeated.0

I wasn’t the only one who felt something strange. The Guild Master of the Black Swan Guild, the rangers, and even Park Yeon-Joo, who was in charge of the reconnaissance team, felt indescribably uncomfortable.0

Before the strangely distorted spacetime, which headquarters called Spacetime Rift, had taken over this place, I was sure that…0

‘I’m sure this place wasn’t like this.’0

It was...0