The aerial transport vessel traveled at breakneck speed as it reached the entrance of a vast valley.
"He is still as pretentious as ever." Old Seven looked at the scene outside and commented.
There were two huge statues at the entrance of the valley. They had spears in their hand crossed over above, forming a gate.
"You don't get to say. Your Tree is more lavish than this." The Director scoffed from beside.
The vessel pierced through the gate and entered the valley. Lush vegetation shrouded the sides and a moist darkness clouded their way.
"Does he really like this kind of place?" Old Seven was puzzled by the environment of the structure.
"We can't judge the Primal Artifacts by using common sense." The Director sighed as he shook his head.
