The door disappeared. No, it wasn’t just the door; the ivory-colored maze, the walls—everything disappeared. There was only a vast, empty grassland. The entire Narsha Haram was completely gone as if the expedition members had left the tower. The unexpected situation rendered them speechless.

Since they had opened a door in the seventh room, this should’ve been the eighth compartment. However, the scene in front of them looked exactly the same as when they were outside the Narsha Haram. There was also the same altar placed alone on the grass as proof. Dalgil had presented a token there and summoned the Narsha Haram. The token was now on the altar, as if it had never disappeared at all.

“…What?” Ru Hiana mumbled.

“…It might be a test,” Dalgil said in a hoarse voice. “God Mamiya favors brave warriors. I think the room was meant to test my courage.”

“So if we had opened the blue door…”

“I would have failed the test.” The words on the monument that despair would be waiting on the other side of the white door were there to invoke fear. However, Dalgil didn’t back down and decided to push head-on. Thus, by proving his courage, he passed Mamiya’s test. It was a rather plausible interpretation. Considering that the token was back on the altar, everything seemed to fit.

“Then…it’s over?” As Ru Hiana said, it was safe to say that the test was over. All they had to do now was take the token and return to the holy city, Shalyh. Then Dalgil would rise up to platinum rank, and his status within his tribe would increase. His grandfather, Mangil, who must have been anxiously waiting for him, would clap in delight.

…Yes, that would be the case—if he decided to go back. Dalgil didn’t look happy at all; he looked bitter. No one had to ask why.

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