Camu descends the narrow and inclined tunnel as if in free fall.
Soon, an enormous expanse unfolds before Camu's eyes—
...Tsk.
Who would have thought—that there could be such a massive area under a water park?
Grabbing onto one of the pipes to decelerate, Camu lands with inhuman lightness.
He raises his head. The place is in fact, even more expansive than he had imagined.
There stands a colossus of a power supply module, encircled by an automated production line. Crimson electricity pulses like fire in the machines—indicative of the nature of their fuel.
Every breath, every strand of air here is virus, concentrated to the point where a single whiff can end any human's life.
And yet, even in such an environment, Camu does not feel the least bit of discomfort.
Tch, looks like that Roland guy wasn't talking out of his rear.
In the vast cavern, Camu's words are answered not even by echoes.
If you don't bring him back to Babylonia for emergency treatment, his frame won't just be useless, but the stability of his consciousness will also be jeopardized.
...
...Time to hurry up.