Kafka stood still in the quiet of the Soulstone mine, deep in thought.
He was seriously considering whether he should head back.
After all, without Daniel by his side, mining Soul Stones alone was practically impossible. The process required at least two people—one to extract, the other to guard. In this treacherous place, working alone was almost a death sentence.
But just as he was about to make a decision, Daniel's figure suddenly reappeared beside him—without warning, as if reality had momentarily blinked.
Daniel didn't stop to rest, nor did he explain where he had gone. Instead, he looked straight at Kafka and said calmly:
"Don't just stand there. Let's keep digging."
…
Meanwhile, deep inside the City of the Undead, Glaton's monstrous body was now riddled with dozens of small wounds.
While none of them were deep enough to threaten him physically—they were, in fact, mere scratches compared to his enormous body—they weren't what truly alarmed him.
