"I guess there's no other way."
After nodding in agreement with the Crab Director's suggestion, the Scorpio Director fumbled in his arms, pulled out a pair of brown-grey scale armor gloves, and tossed one to the Crab Director.
"Here, use this to dig a bit easier."
"Is this... armadillo gloves?"
After identifying the unusual item in his hand, the Crab Director exclaimed in surprise:
"Isn't this used for digging mountains? How did you manage to get this?"
"Who cares what it's used to dig, as long as it works."
The Scorpio Director put on the gloves, with thick nails at the fingertips, found two bottles of underwater breathing potions, and poured them down, then reached out to the ice wall in front of him and gave it a strong grip.
"Anyway, let's hurry and dig! With Aquarius' working habits, it's uncertain whether the Tidal Realm can be preserved. If we make no progress before he arrives, the current thirteen major and minor planes might dwindle down to twelve in the future!"
