Yesterday, Belli mysteriously mentioned today's meeting, saying Bologue had something to give her, but now he has no intention of handing it over.
"Up there."
Bologue pointed upward, without clarifying his words.
Aimou didn't ask much further; besides Belli, she trusted Bologue the most within the vast Order Bureau, even if he said the elevator led straight to the Great Rift, she had no objections.
Soon the elevator reached its destination, stopped steadily, and the elevator door opened, allowing the warm sunlight to flood in, too bright for Aimou to keep her eyes open.
Aimou knew the various peculiar properties of the Cultivation Room, like this towering building that had no windows communicating with the outside world, let alone sunlight pouring in.
The moment the light touched her skin, warm feelings enchanted Aimou, making her realize the human shell wasn't completely useless.
