The descent of the three primordial beings Sylvia, Alicia, and Stacia through the floors of the underworld was no longer a journey.
It was like a storm of wind passing through a forest.
Unhindered.
Untouched.
Unchallenged.
Yet every step they took sent subtle ripples through the entire underground realm, as if every floor instinctively knew that something that should not exist was moving through it.
Ever since Floor 50, which had been reduced to soul ash, they moved swiftly.
49, 48, 47… mostly silent.
Only empty halls, vast chambers with towering black ceilings, red caverns filled with hissing steam, and corridors that should've been overflowing with monsters.
But instead…
Nothing.
Alicia twirled lazily in the air, her blue light reflecting off the ceilings.
"Is all this because of what happened above?"
Stacia shook her head gently.
"No. This isn't caused by our aura. This is… the trace of another power."
"Sofia's trace," Sylvia said softly.
