"It is my inability." Felan, the captain of the Cold Iron Knight Order, half-knelt, sweat faintly visible on his forehead, his face dark and as if it could drip water.
The edges of his Fighting Energy armor had not yet been retracted, evidently just having escaped a dangerous environment.
"I have penetrated to the end of the first flight of stone steps on the altar." He reported in a low voice, "Beyond that, the mind begins to blur, perception gets distorted. Even with Fighting Spirit Protection, it's difficult to maintain. If I forcibly break through, I might fall into madness."
In the temporary camp, silence fell for a moment.
Louis stood before the table, his gaze falling upon the map where a red line encircled the coordinates.
After a long time, he gently sighed, his tone without blame, but rather gentle: "Don't blame yourself, you've done very well. Even a Peak Knight might not be able to penetrate that mental blockade."
