Shaneth looked perplexed, asking, “What’s a mantle?”

Kang Yoon-Soo did not bother to explain, as it was not a term used on the continent.

The mineshaft gradually grew wider the deeper they went. The party managed to reach the forty-eighth floor in just a single day, and they decided to camp on that floor. Meanwhile, as the undead required no rest, they ventured across the maze-like mine to explore and scout for any potential threats.

Henrick gathered some of the coal they had mined from the first floor and lit a campfire. He grumbled, “We walked all day, but there’s no end in sight. I wonder how much longer this mine goes…”

“I am starting to miss the sunlight,” Iris added while munching on stale, dry bread.

Then, Kang Yoon-Soo quietly stood up from his spot and extended his right hand, muttering, “Summon Light.”

With a blinding flash in midair, the spirit Light appeared. The small, beautiful girl spread her arms and exclaimed, “Hurray! I’ve been summoned!”

“Huu… Why do I have to be summoned as well…” Sharp, the sword spirit, said while grudgingly looking at his hand that was linked to Light.

The two spirits could not let go of each other’s hands, which was why they had been summoned together.

Light smiled brightly and cried, “Now! Hurry up and tell me! My body is itching to do something in this dark place! What do I have to do? Do you want me to give you a nice tan?”

“I need sunlight,” Kang Yoon-Soo replied, ignoring the light...