Valentina lay alone behind one of the numerous doors in this columnar space; she sat in the pitch-black corridor. Constantly, the chilling trembling and roaring sounds from above kept coming, and all she could do was grip the ring Fisher had placed on her ring finger, desperately trying to pray for Fisher's safety above.
Beside her, Emhardt, who wore a strand of Illumination Magic necklaces, was also restlessly flying around, muttering to himself,
"What do we do, what do we do... That base is at least of Mythical Rank, and that brat Fisher, no matter how outrageous, can't possibly take on two people at the same time. The one chasing him isn't any good either; there's a strange feeling about him. What do we do, I've got no one to turn to now."
"Howl!!"
"Boom boom boom!"
