181 The Whale That Covers the World

A blizzard swept through the Olfactory Museum.

Snowflakes that could freeze human senses. But the Pathfinder only snorted as if it didn't care and devoured the world. The world was swallowed by a giant whale's maw, and everything disappeared.

With that, only the museum remained. Following Ian's lead, the Pathfinder hurriedly tore open space, and Ian hurled himself through the attic door that appeared.

‘The messengers' position is... east, perhaps.’

Ian had released six messengers in total. He had split them into three groups of two, but now they were all together. There was no way they'd be slacking off and ignoring orders, so it was safe to assume that all the remaining survivors were gathered there.

He wasn't sure how many survivors there were, but he had confirmed that Kim Yul and the others were alive while passing through the museum, so it didn't matter much. Ian wasn't sentimental enough to truly mourn the deaths of agents he barely knew.

“Let's go to where the messengers are. Those damn aberrations probably haven't regenerated yet.”

Ian said, patting the Pathfinder on the back. The Pathfinder replied with a low rumble and slowly glided through the sky.

The world spread out below was a magnificent sight.

Blood-red earth. In an empty clearing stood a snow-white art museum, all by itself. Aside from that, there was nothing that could really be called a building. No, there wasn't even a single blade of grass...