With a torch in hand, Dipp quietly walked through the semicircular tunnel along with the other white-robed islanders of the World's Crown. No other noises could be heard except the sound of their footsteps reverberating throughout the tunnel.0

As they ventured farther and farther, the surroundings began changing. The once smooth, red walls were now marred with pits and cracks; there were also scorched marks, bullet holes, and other signs of battle.0

There were attempts at repairs, but they were clearly insufficient.0

Dipp's hands clenched tightly as memories of this place flooded his mind. These signs of battle were undoubtedly from their encounter with that giant...0