Chapter 1360
"Lord Maxwell, I think we're lost. Over three hours ago, we already passed through this cave..."
A Bloodline Warlock with tiny scales on his cheeks and a faint magical aura on his skin spoke these words, his expression rather grim...
Maxwell's face darkened as he remained silent, carefully observing the cave before him. Sure enough, it was identical to the one they'd visited earlier. The size and arrangement of the Mana Crystals here, even the more obvious crystals' size, color, and orientation, were exactly the same. Even the traces left by the Giant Worm Horde passing through were identical...
Most importantly, Maxwell noticed a Mana Crystal missing a corner—the very one someone had deliberately smashed open before. There's no way this could have been set up exactly the same...
After ten-odd seconds, Maxwell's expression grew more serious.
"We're definitely lost. We've been here before. Has anyone noticed anything?"
Surrounding Maxwell were a dozen Bloodline Warlocks or Bloodline Mages, each possessing some unique ability to varying degrees. Yet now, not a single one had realized they were lost...
"The gravity here feels normal, so there's only one possibility—the direction of gravity is off. But every time it shifts, it's at a bend or the entrance to a cave or passage, making it hard to notice. I think these caves and tunnels are probably all shaped by this chaotic gravity..."
"There's wind here, which means this place is still connected to other areas. We've been traveling against the wind the whole way, but maybe the wind's circulation isn't what we expected..."
"The traces and scents left behind by the Giant Worm Horde also point this way. Even the worms themselves can't tell direction here—so how do they manage to navigate underground?"
Each Bloodline Warlock shared their own opinions, but none noticed anything out of the ordinary. If there had been any sign that they might be lost, someone would have picked up on it. Unfortunately, no one did.
Maxwell left a mark at each cave entrance, then chose a passage they hadn't tried before.
"Let's keep moving. If we stay here, we'll never get out. We need to figure out which direction leads to the surface first. If we can't find it, even tunneling through the rock won't help us..."
Maxwell kept his composure. As the leader, he couldn't afford to show panic or uncertainty—especially now. For some reason, Maxwell thought of Leon Merlin.
Archmage Leon Merlin surely knows what’s going on here. His knowledge of this plane goes far beyond anything we can imagine; he understands so much about this place. He must know that the deeper you go underground, the more chaotic gravity becomes—and how easy it is to get lost.
We've been underground for at least three or four days—maybe even longer, since time itself feels strange here. Yet we haven't found a single trace of Leon Merlin's group. That can't be right.
So they must have reached another level, or gone deeper underground, while we're still circling the same layer.
Damn it! If it weren't for Sonia the idiot, and Shelton the idiot, we'd still be with Leon Merlin. Even if we couldn't get our hands on that transcendent bloodline potion, at least we wouldn't be lost down here.
Now look at us—completely lost. Who knows what else might happen? There's nothing here but magic crystals—no other veins, not a single underground monster. It's quiet, and eerily strange...