Aiden stood in the enclosed underground area of the core zone, looking at the destroyed magic circle.
The damage was actually not serious, but the alchemy circle itself was quite intricate, and the slightest change could damage its integrity.
"You're still using this outdated anti-magic circle," Abigail, who had come in with him, commented, "and it's directly carved into the floor?"
"The more upscale prisons use mithril construction; our prison doesn't have the budget for that," Aiden said with a furrowed brow. "But the several doors leading here are blast-proof, equipped with magic traps and mechanisms for resisting entry. Without a specialized key and an authorization token, it would be impossible to get in…"
"Yet when we came in, the doors were intact," Abigail said. "By the way, there wasn't a single guard here."
Aiden's face was grim as he had already sent people to check which prison guards were supposed to be on duty here.
"Can you fix it?" Aiden asked.
