With a splash, Feierbahah and Charles emerged from the water.
The environment here was similar to the one underwater: a spacious corridor with a series of number-coded metal doors on the right side.
Except, compared to underwater, the buildings here were slanted overall, seemingly due to the island's sinking.
Charles noticed something different from the other floors. Diagonally opposite him, where there should have been a numbered door, a rest area had been built instead.
He was certain it was a rest area. Despite the dusty transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, he could still make out the coffee machine, the self-service beverage dispenser, and the row of sofas beside them. It all spoke for itself.
Next to him, Feierbahah sniffed the air with his nose. "Captain, we can breathe here."
As soon as Charles opened his helmet, a musty odor rushed into his nostrils. The smell was far from pleasant, feeling as if the place had been sealed off for hundreds of years.
