Chapter 173: Salt Mine

"That is a lot of salt, how is there still so much in there? They've been exploiting these mines for years already" Griar looked up at the high ceiling, talking to distract himself from the fear that everything would come crashing down on him and crush him into liquid.

None of his three compatriots shared in his fear however, their teacher had taken multiple measures to ensure that whoever, or whatever was responsible for the collapses could just drop the ceiling on her student's heads.

"We are deep now, there is still much ressources to be collected higher up, so they probably haven't yet considered harvesting the salt that is in more dangerous ideas" Antieeld responded, sending a bright orb of mana into a tight passage, finding only a dead end.

"Anything on your end?" she directed a question at Milo and Helena, the first lifting small pebbles, the second trying to find remnants of mana signatures.