There was a patch of dry, fissured wasteland that served as the boundary between lava zone and more wasteland. Here, about a hundred individuals gathered. They were either standing or flying, laughing or being all quiet. Most of all, they were all looking at the handsome-looking man in silver uniform in the center of them.
If Angor were here, he would quickly recognize the surrounded individual as one of the elite apprentices sent by Floating Mech City—Dira. Or rather, he was actually Carveline who disguised as Dira.
"I believe we all know what's going on, Dira." The speaker was a black-skinned, bald woman with heavy makeup and a strapless robe. "Now speak. What exactly is this 'blood sacrifice' thing? Where's the exit?"
Dira revealed a mocking, silent smile as his response.
"What? You think you can go and fight all of us?" The bald woman gave Dira a side-glance while touching her large ear stud. "If you don't talk to us, we'll force you to."
