"What's out there in the darkness?"
Borrowing the light that sneaked through the window, Ash and the others could roughly make out that this place must be a junkyard. Though it was referred to as junk, the value contained within was not meager—the peculiar components of Dawn Powder, the dark gleaming plates, and even the mundane dust couldn't conceal the otherworldliness of the Snowfield white engines... Without a doubt, this warehouse harbored the fragmented, sweet souls of a bygone era. They were the crystallization of wisdom, the details of civilization, greatness in the minute.
But now they could only be piled up in this dim earth room crudely fashioned from Earth Magic, serving as seats for Ash and his companions, quietly awaiting the corrosion of time.
Facing Igula's question, Black Crow didn't immediately respond but instead posed a question of his own, "In your countries, can people freely walk into the darkness of the night?"
