"It's actually the Abyss, it's appearing here, actually—"
The Mole Demon Race interrupted her, "I really fled, Lady Onora, if I didn't run, I'd die! This must be the result of the Sain Dungeon going berserk, a brother just reported this incident!"
Onora suddenly raised her voice and said, "Are you saying that the one Rain Viscaza is fighting now is Sain?"
"Yeah."
The Mole Demon Race had already started digging a tunnel, but at this moment, he suddenly heard Onora speaking.
The voice carried a heat unlike the previous coolness, perhaps a term more intense than heat could be used to describe it, Onora sounded as if entranced, her voice filled with intoxication:
"Abandon Viskasa."
"Huh?"
"I said, abandon him."
"But didn't you say he could bring us transformation?"
"I never said that."
Onora said decisively:
"Tell our compatriots to stop!"
