The profound darkness ahead was like the terrifying gaping maw of an unknown behemoth, waiting for its prey to come.
The darkness swallowed all light and shadow, and even though he knew that continuing forward might plunge him into deeper darkness, the rumbling sound coming from behind left Angel with no other thoughts in his mind, his only option was to keep running without stopping.
His speed was fast, like a fleeting light, skimming past shadows.
Along the way, just as the Scouting Puppet had seen before, he encountered no obstructions. The underground tunnel was spacious and dry, the only sounds he could hear were the increasingly close rumbling from afar and his footsteps below.
Finally, Angel reached the core of Lassudral—the very bottom of the Void Tower.
Upon arrival, the narrow tunnel suddenly opened up, as if he had traveled from Gulliver's land of the small to a world of giants.
Not long after entering the negative distance of the Void Tower, Angel saw its end.
