After the discussion came to an end, everyone fell silent, thinking about everything that had happened recently and quickly putting things together.
In the end, they all arrived at the same conclusion, that the situation was urgent and far from optimistic; it had already reached the point where delay was no longer an option.
Just imagining the outcome if they failed, the entire Orario being destroyed by the enemy, monsters from the Dungeon rushing out through that giant hole and bringing endless slaughter and chaos to the surface world.
Just thinking about such consequences sent a chill down everyone's spine.
Seeing the expressions of the three constantly shifting, Fron knew exactly what they were imagining. He changed the subject and spoke:
"Although we managed to contact Ouranos… and Fels as well, it seems like in that extremely chaotic situation, they weren't able to grasp the full picture either."
"Based on that well-informed one's speculation, the enemy seems to be using some ancient method, to reach their final objective…"
Fron glanced at the magic crystal he was fiddling with in his hand and reminded the three.
Hearing this, Finn and the others recalled Thanatos's words at the time, that they were all sacrifices, and the entire Artificial Labyrinth, Knossos was arranged as a sacrificial altar in the enemy's design.
As for them, the intruders, and the remnants of the Evilus, they were all living offerings..
Piece by piece, the full outline finally surfaced.
"If all of this really is inside Enyo's plan and is carried out smoothly… then the terror of our opponent this time is far beyond the level of simply 'troublesome'."
"It's not just us intruders, even the Evilus remnants who allied with them, they're treated like disposable tools, used once and thrown away. Heh… Such methods and such a mindset, truly fitting for someone who stands from the perspective of the gods."
As someone who had experienced it firsthand, Riveria deeply felt the depth of the enemy's plotting.
Fron could even hear a trace of fear in her voice.
"And you, Finn. As the overall commander, what did you feel from the overall game board, from matching wits against them?"
"…Sorry. I didn't even see the opponent's face. Even when facing Thanatos, the God of Death, I could at least sense his presence across the board… but now, with Enyo as the opponent, I can't feel anything, no expression, no presence across the chessboard. That's why evaluating the situation has become extremely difficult."
At that moment Fron suddenly spoke up:
"The enemy's final objective is the destruction of Orario. If I were in their shoes, honestly, I'd just blow the entire city to the heavens."
"Don't you think the most primitive and simple method is often the most direct, the cleanest, the most decisive? And… the spectacle would be magnificent. At that time, flowers and applause, it'd have everything."
"…"
"…"
"…"
Finn, Riveria, and Gareth looked at each other.
Seeing Fron's completely indifferent expression, a thunderbolt flashed through their minds at the same time.
"Right… destroying Orario…"
"Then whatever is hidden in Knosso doesn't even matter anymore. As long as we know the result… we can work backwards!"
Though Fron's words chilled them, they gave the group a clear direction.
"Find it, the contradiction we overlooked!"
…
After searching for a long time, they finally remembered a completely mismatched clue they had utterly ignored before.
"…If we have any remaining clues, it would be this."
Finn took out a sheet of parchment from the drawer.
On it was a drawing of what seemed to be a dragon, surrounded by several people.
They were the elves from the mage corps, during their first assault on the artificial labyrinth, the mural they saw in the corridor before encountering the monsters.
After fleeing due to the green flesh tide, they had reproduced the mural from memory and submitted it to Finn.
The reproduced mural passed from hand to hand until it reached Fron.
He took one glance at the Dragon and the several girls, and immediately understood what it was.
Combining it with fragments of information in his memory, he was already almost certain.
As for why they could confirm it so quickly?
Simply put, out of the entire Loki Familia, not even Riveria knew the library as well as Fron did.
Be it knowledge books, tool books, or even thick tomes on medicine,
"The legend of the Spirits… six in number."
Seeing Fron's lips curl uncontrollably as he stared at the illustration, the three exchanged glances, excitement rising in their hearts.
Clearly, this remarkably reliable young man knew something.
"Fron, I think you want to say something," Finn said, folding his hands under his chin, staring at Fron.
"Oh? Ah. I did find something, but I can't say for sure yet. I need to investigate the site at Daedalus Street to confirm before I can give you an answer. You don't want false hope, right?"
"True. But judging from your expression, I'm guessing you're at least somewhat confident?"
Fron complained inwardly, he was quite confident, but it was all his own speculation; without evidence, no one would believe it.
Even if you cannot lie in front of gods, interpretations can still be misunderstood.
Therefore, he only needed to confirm it at the big hole site and could present evidence directly.
"Let's go. We were planning to check that place too."
"Alright, let's move."
Having decided, the group stood up eagerly and headed toward Daedalus Street.
…
Two days passed.
In the district eroded by the green flesh tide, adventurers were doing everything they could to combat the green mass.
Though the remaining material on the surface had been cleared, the barrier blocking the entrance to the giant hole kept them completely outside. Whenever they tried to clear the passage… the green mass seemed to react consciously and attacked wildly.
"So, you're out of options?"
Finn looked at Shakti, whose face was completely darkened by frustration, and he couldn't help but sigh.
"Fron."
"Yeah, I got it. Step back a bit."
Before the Ganesha Familia's adventurers could even react, an overwhelming surge of magic burst out from Fron.
A massive scarlet magic circle, ten meters in diameter, flared to life beneath his feet, and his resonant chant echoed across the plaza,