Weeks later.
In a cold and gloomy place.
With dark walls, a rudimentary, somewhat damp stone floor, and a metal sheet roof over red iron beams.
In the middle of it all was a disgusting well built with bricks that were now moldy and damp.
"Are you sure about what you're going to do? For many, you are already considered a person with the same level of power as us, the founders. Once you enter the lower floors of the prison, no one will be able to rescue you," Ivan warned in a firm tone.
A man wearing a black robe that emitted a dark blue energy took the rope attached to the pulley that would take him to the lower floors in his hands.
"Only by passing this test will I be powerful enough to take revenge," said the Crackling Edmund Veltier in a deep voice.
