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They stood before a massive cavern towering several meters high. Every stone wall was engraved with relief murals depicting the culture of an ancient race. At the center, a thick pillar rose, supporting the ceiling.
Though the relentless passage of time had worn down much of the detail, an air of antiquated elegance still lingered throughout the space. And yet, that grand chamber was covered in laundry of all shapes and colors.
Serati clicked her tongue as she took in the sight. "Well, that certainly adds a touch of domesticity."
What should have been a solemn ancient ruin had turned into something resembling the backyard of a dormitory.
Leven let out a wry chuckle. "Even cultists are people. They need clean clothes too."
Lapicel tilted her head. "But why would they hang their laundry near an uninhabited area?”
Monsters were bound to appear just a little farther out. It seemed odd that they would let people come and go just to do laundry in such a place.
Varos shook his head. "It's the opposite."
They had hung their laundry here precisely because it was near an uninhabited area.
"It's not that strange. Even in fortresses, people dry their laundry and vegetables in the courtyards near the...
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