"Stop there for a moment, your story doesn't even make any sense," the Demon King said interrupting Abigail's story again. "Suddenly being able to manipulate magic circuits at the age of seven? Digging with your bare hands? Both of you were mere humans."
"I'm sorry if you think that doesn't make sense, but that's exactly what happened," Abigail said with a serious face. "Please let me finish my story first."
"Alright, continue," the Demon King said.
Abigail retold the story in the part where their hands were no longer strong enough to dig. At that point, they had almost given up and could only accept the state they were in at the time.
Tired bodies covered in sores, empty stomachs without food for several months, dry lips without a drink for several weeks, and difficulty breathing because the air in the passage is almost gone. Those were their situations at that time until finally, hope came.
