Five days passed.
The adults grew increasingly restless. The initial hope of a swift rescue had faded, replaced by anxious uncertainty.
Why hadn't anyone come? Surely the Battle Angel could dig through a bit of rubble?
What was taking so long?!
Mika had his theories.
He had explored enough of the cavern now to understand the scope of their situation.
The Anti-mana field wasn't just localized to their chamber.
It extended outward for kilometers in every direction, a vast dead zone where no blessing could function and no blessed being could survive.
Any rescue attempt would have to be done manually, by mortals, using purely mechanical means. And that would take time.
He tried to explain this to the staff. But they didn't want to hear it.
"But we have Lady Anya with us! Surely her mother would move heaven and earth—"
"Are you saying we're stuck down here? Is that what you're telling us?"
"This is unacceptable! We need to do something!"
