Chapter 353.1
“So that explains the empty state of this warehouse,” Kasser muttered as his doubts were finally dispelled. His eyes fixated on the ethereal glow of a mystical formation that blanketed the entire floor. Any attempt to obscure this artificial radiance could potentially disrupt the magic’s functionality.
But why just the floor? What about that ceiling I glimpsed? Kasser’s inquisitive gaze shifted upward. The ceiling remained shrouded in darkness. Given that the light was originating from below, it appeared that the magic on the ceiling was currently dormant.
Yet, an unsettling intuition gnawed at him, and in that very moment, a cascade of light cascaded from the ceiling in a geometric pattern.
“Eugene, look at that,” he urged, turning his attention toward Eugene. But she stood motionless, her gaze locked forward, unresponsive to his words. A sense of unease settled over him, and he gently shook her arm.
“Eugene,” he called, more urgently this time, but still, there was no reaction. Desperation took hold as he cupped her face, forcing her to meet his gaze. Her eyes held an eerie vacancy, as though she stood there in the grip of a profound slumber.
“Sven.”
“Yes, Your Highness,” came the swift reply.
“Aldrit.”
This time, silence met his call.