The size of the hole was considerable, and it appeared large enough for two peasant houses to comfortably fit in; under this squarish entrance, never-ending darkness lay beyond it.

‘How deep is this place?’ Zich infused mana into his eyes and looked down. Yet, he still couldn’t see the bottom of the hole. He couldn’t see as well as he did in a bright space, but the hole was also unimaginably deep.

“How is it? Do you think we can go down?” Lyla asked.

“There’s nothing that I can see that looks dangerous. Since I can’t see the end, we will have to make sure.” Zich took out the chains he placed inside the magic box and handed them to Hans.

“Hold onto this.”

“Yes, sir!”

Even if he jumped down right now, Zich would probably not die with his skills; but at the same time, an unexpected danger could be waiting for him. Zich grabbed the chains tightly and pushed his body down the hole.

Thud! He positioned his feet onto the walls and went down smoothly. For a while, the group only heard chains clashing against the wall or Zich’s feet kicking off. After some time passed, Zich began to see the floor.

‘Is it a stone tablet?’

Broken shards lay on the ground. If he estimated the original shape and...