This is an absurdly large space, at least a thousand yards wide, with blue-gray walls towering up to unseen distances, and below, it's all pure black viscous matter.
Rod and his five companions are in a mid-wall tunnel, assaulted by a strong pollution odor.
Liszt had just stretched his head out of the tunnel, and his face changed.
"The laws here have been altered. There's an eternal field within the Divine Tower. This Ancient God isn't dead yet, but he shouldn't be inside the Divine Tower."
No. 7 shook his large beard: "The first prohibition I sensed is void restriction!"
No. 9 said anxiously: "What do we do? Are we supposed to wade through that pile of pollutants? If I'm not mistaken, this seems to be the Divine Tower's cesspit—I can already sense the filth accumulated over thousands of years! No. 1, let's head back!"
Liszt shook his head: "No, I can't go back now."
"We can use emergency measures!"
