'Did they literally dig up the entire world?'
Leon's transient wonderment was not unfounded. The initial labyrinthine passageways he chanced upon lay within Stone City, succeeded by William's magnum opus in Neaire.
Now, confronted with one that would not pale in comparison to Old Gonn, he found himself awestruck once more, pondering the possibility that they had indeed achieved what he had dared to imagine.
'But guards aren't stupid. They should know they are living underground,' he found an additional matter to ponder in his free time, 'There should be more to this.'
In his discerning gaze, there existed but one conceivable refuge for the denizens of Rebellious—the very metallic tunnels, stretching at least two meters in width, through which they now tread.
If such a thought could occur to him, then surely the God's Guards, their age-old adversaries locked in a century-long struggle, could conjure it effortlessly, even amidst their slumber.