An hour ago, on the outskirts of the city near the base, Lamia was sitting under a tree, waiting.
"Do we really have to force our way through?" Qiqimora's voice came from behind the tree.
"We can't spread the drugs extensively within the military barracks, and that cult has been stepping up their pace. To this point, we still have no clarity on how many people in the base have turned into zealous followers, and we've narrowed down the scope of the core experiment site. Delaying further is disadvantageous for us, we should take a gamble here," Lamia said. "You'll rely on your abilities, breaking in while they're changing the experimental materials and steal the items."
"With such a short window of time, I might only be able to steal the tools for creating demons. I have no interest in the 'Chaos' authority anyway; this proposal is like picking chestnuts out of the fire for me," Qiqimora said.
