The printer kept swallowing paper, just like a logistics hub for couriers, continuously launching capsules..."
Nesanel described the exhausting and despairing scene to Bologue, "Then there were a few obvious high-ranking officials, endlessly on the phone, shouting at whoever was on the other end."
This matched Bologue’s stereotype of big company executives.
"Well, there was a ti when the Decision Room was indeed like that, but that was back in the early days of its establishnt, I also saw it in the relevant docunts."
Nesanel wasn’t babbling; he had credible basis in reality.
"After that, the Order Bureau underwent a series of reforms, the biggest change was to the Decision Room, transforming from that deadly office appearance to what it is now."
Bologue said, "It feels more like so kind of religious architecture."
"You wouldn’t be wrong to say that, people tend to deify things," Nesanel said, "just like the Decision Room you suspect."
"Then is it a god or not?"
"You’ll find out soon."
Nesanel used his Deputy Director privileges, in the whole Order Bureau, only he and another person had command here.
Bologue’s body began to float and beco weightless, under intense stress, Bologue was briefly flustered but quickly cald down, descending towards the firmant with Nesanel.
When his feet touched solid ground again, Bologue found himself among a crowd, the inverted statues had also changed, whereas Bologue thought they were looking down upon the earth from the firmant, now it seed they were on the earth looking towards the firmant.
Bologue followed the gaze of the countless statues and saw on the plane where he stood earlier, a sunken, black abyss.
"Let’s go."
Nesanel beckoned him, stepping into the void, where golden light paths coalesced, like ethereal bricks, supporting Nesanel’s feet.
Bologue didn’t question much, following Nesanel onto the light path.
The ethereal bricks spiraled upward, creating a straight spiral staircase, its end being the dark abyss.
Bologue thought it shouldn’t be called a well, at this mont it was the end of the celestial unknown.
Bologue was about to reach the mysterious Celestial Kingdom beyond the golden do.
The journey of ascending was incredibly long, Bologue began to feel tired, weary, his consciousness slightly clouded, yet Nesanel seed to feel nothing, steadily moving, gradually distancing from Bologue.
"Bologue."
Nesanel stopped, looking back at Bologue below, both had entered the golden do, surrounded by circular golden cylindrical walls, extending into the darkness above.
No one knew how much longer they had to walk.
Nesanel asked, "Want to count it?"
Bologue took a deep breath, continued stepping silently, determined to unravel his doubts.
Spiraling upward, endless ascending.
Bologue vaguely felt layers of mbranes clinging to him, trying to stop his advance, he passed through them but couldn’t break them, the mbranes stretched infinitely until Bologue finally crossed the boundary.
The mbranes burst, the pressure enveloping his body vanished, the heavy body beca light, Bologue briefly lost control, almost falling.
"A little trick, modeled after the Holy City."
Nesanel casually explained, Bologue had no strength to speak, his chest unbearably heavy, as he and Nesanel continued upward, not knowing how long it took, he finally touched the infinite darkness above the do.
Bologue stepped onto the pitch-black ground, looking around, it was a space of absolute darkness, the only light source being the long steps he ca from and the vertical abyss.
Nesanel stood not far from Bologue, his gaze searching into the darkness, "I brought Bologue here."
The voice traveled into the darkness, then Bologue heard a crawling sound.
Suddenly the noise beca chaotic, like countless poisonous insects and snakes skimming across the ground, so tidal wave-like thing approaching.
Bologue cautiously took a step back, instinctively pressing the hilt of his sword, its protective sword scabbard long lost, the lethal blade fully exposed to the air.
Nesanel said, "Don’t be nervous, Bologue."
In the darkness, a colossal figure ca near Bologue, as tall as a small mountain, with countless cables extending from its massive body.
Bologue strained to look up, those cables seeming endless, reaching into infinite darkness.
The figure halted a few ters from Bologue, at a subtle distance, most of its body still shrouded in darkness, while a brass mask made of gears was lit by faint light.
"Let introduce you."
With Nesanel’s words, the shadow moved forward a few more steps, the illuminated outline expanding, revealing an astounding carapace.
Bologue’s breath halted, he tried to draw his sword but his body seed out of control, motionless like a stone sculpture.
"The current..."
Nesanel suddenly seed troubled, feeling the title was inaccurate.
He thought of sothing.
"The collection of all past Directors of the Order Bureau."
The faint light illuminated masks of differing styles embedded in the massive body.
"The Collectors."
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