Two days later, at night after 10 PM — in the dark city of the Sanctuary, the building of authority: the Sanctum was glowing like a golden beacon in the sea of darkness. It was because of the light orb runic devices installed all over the Sanctum land.
Damian was scribbling, seated at his table on the seventh floor of the Sanctum. The inside of the Sanctum, too, had these runic lamps installed, which could be turned on and off with a simple switch, accessed by everyone passing through the hallway.
His seventh floor, which had become his permanent living space — since Lucian had been diving in the dungeon with others and had come back only this evening. Damian was trying to design a permanent giant ship-like stationary base which he could place on all the dungeons he had discovered in the ocean. The ten he had made for the demons were not something long-lasting.
