Modret passed through weathered rocks, then gradually reached the location of large rocks deep within the tunnel grounds.
A few workers who caught sight of him stared at him strangely; however, during this time, this wasn't the only strange person who had come here, so they didn't move to stop him.
Believing he was one of the few strangers coming here, they could only let Modret do as he pleased, not even bothering to tamper with the mask on his face.
Of course Modret was pleased with this development.
The air suddenly grew damp, and the surrounding scenery changed quietly — from the unique, occasional rocks and light puddles of water he was used to, a foul stench filled the air.
Modret was exasperated, wrinkling his nose in disgust, but he knew he couldn't delay long.
His gaze swept through the surrounding scenery, scanning for the silhouette of a suspicious person.
