If the roles that the seven people played died prematurely on a certain level, then the ascenders descending from a higher level would directly skip one level and jump to the next lower level—
"This means that it is inaccurate to judge the levels by the number of descents,"
Pure White said calmly, "In other words, each descent could potentially span any number of levels. Therefore, we can only know the relative relationships of above and below."
The old Inspector said, as he drew an Elf Short Sword from his waist and picked up several empty cups from beside the round table.
With incredible skill and agility, he used the tip of the sword to etch the names of several people into the cup rims in Elvish Language.
Fox. Pure White. Jacaranda. Living Silver. Detective.
The script was very small, but exquisite and clear.
"Based on everyone's testimonies, the situation is like this,"
Pure White articulated softly, as he arranged the cups starting from the side furthest from himself.
