A shudder ran through Celeste's cross-legged frame.
This aura…
It felt incredibly ancient, like a tree slowly approaching the end of its life. She could tell it belonged to a hidden powerhouse. The sound of footsteps echoed in the distance, drawing closer.
Celeste noticed Gestella and Clara straighten, their bearings immediately turning solemn.
The young prisoner frowned, instinctively holding her breath.
In her heart, she knew that whoever stepped into the underground chamber would be an individual of extreme importance. She didn't why she felt that way, but a taut expression flashed across Celeste's face nonetheless.
However, oddly enough, the rest of the captives - hunters and Guild members alike - did not seem too perturbed. At most, they held some resentment, but also endless gratitude, as well.
'Strange...'
Celeste had no more time to think. Just then, the age-old presence reached its peak.
