Erik and June stepped through the entrance. The prison's exterior was a testant to its tumultuous history, displaying many scars with cracks that snaked up the weathered walls.
The entrance was secured with bars made of mana powered ores, effectively deterring visitors from hastily attempting any unauthorized entry or impulsive actions.
The mont he stepped inside, he realized he was in a lobby that had served as a place for anxious visitors to wait for information on their loved ones.
The walls were decorated with posters that contained words of encouragent, aiming to uplift those who were facing the challenges of incarceration.
However, at this mont, all they could perceive was the piercing noise emanating from the blaring alarm.
The mont the alarm blared overhead, a group of guards swiftly erged from their posts to confront Erik and June.
Erik directed his focus towards June, a serious look appeared on his face.
"Take care of them," he said. June, with a nod of understanding, quickly sprung into action, demonstrating swift and precise movents as he engaged the guards in a fierce battle.
Just a few minutes later, a new notification popped up and caught his attention.
[MULTIPLE ENEMY HUMANS KILLED: MANA ABSORBING PROCESS STARTING.]
[0%...1%....5%...30%...70%...100%]
[MANA SUCCESSFULLY ABSORBED, STARTING CONVERTING PROCEDURE.]
[3...2...1...0]
[MANA SUCCESSFULLY CONVERTED INTO EXPERIENCE. 83376 EXPERIENCE POINTS AWARDED TO THE HOST.]
"Let's go."
While progressing further into the prison, Erik navigated through a maze of corridors that were flanked by offices and other sections dedicated to administrative purposes.
At this location, police officers used to work until the Crystal Cross Gang erged, and subsequently, Volkov's n assud control of the area.
As expected, additional guards arrived, but June once again handled them with ease. It was a piece of cake.
"The security here is very lax."
"Indeed, Master. I thought we would have found greater resistance, but these guys are at best around the μ level."
"Even better."
They finally reached the designated area of the prison where the cells were situated.
In this place, the air was heavy with the overpowering stench of despair, while the dim lighting created eerie long shadows that stretched across the immaculate walls.
Aclaitrium doors were lining the corridor, and acted as a physical barrier, isolating the prisoners from the outside world.
While looking through the narrow bars, Erik's eyes locked with the prisoner's gaze, revealing a blend of despair and hope in their shared glance.
Many of them were still wearing of the uniforms they had on when they were imprisoned, and these uniforms were stained with blood.
Within their ranks, there were a diverse range of professions, including soldiers, military officers, and even police officers.
It was likely they worked there in the past, but their sense of justice was too strong for them to obey Volkov.
Honestly, that was even weirder than the overall situation. The police officers in New Alexandria never made a positive impression on Erik, and the idea of them being inside a prison because of their sense of duty weirded him.
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