Six months had spanned past after the trip to the Kuvert Dungeon. Currently, a couple of men carried a large crate, bringing it towards a cave while wearing gas masks.
They arrived at the place, placed the crate near something that resembled a mound and scurried out immediately. Violent winds were generated within the cave once they left as a hand stretched forth, gently using a finger to open the crate before lifting it.
The crate was tilted down as tiny pellets gushed out from it. Each pellet resembled a viscous piece of oily fat that had been compressed to the limit before being dried. They glistened with the ambient light before entering the pitch-black organ that resembled a cave.
They soon vanished into nothingness. Once the crate's contents were downed, the entity flicked the crate out of the entrance, hearing the sound of it being shattered all of a sudden. Followed by it were the sounds of footsteps before a lady entered the cave.
