He descended the final step.
Fang Hong couldn't help but look back. There, the heavy giant door stood silently in the darkness, making no sound, while the flickering light from the raised torches only illuminated a corner of it.
Above the dark reddish-brown stone gate, patterns were mottled, and texts were barely visible, old-fashioned and silent, as if an era's time visibly flowed over it.
The texts had no sound, but they only narrated the long-lost stories of the past.
Only then did Fang Hong turn around.
Sophie, looking at him, spread her arms by the window, acting as though she owned the place and half-jokingly said to him, "Well then, Mr. Ade, welcome to the eighth level, Andrett Underground World—"
And a magnificent world was unfolding behind her.
Fang Hong looked at her, then couldn't help but look up.
Behind him indeed lay a vast underground world—
