บท 39: Arriving in the capital.

In the center of the oval location, the floor was strewn with old and tattered cloths, scattered throughout the environment. The air carried a sense of abandonment and decay, with the worn-out cloths showing the signs of time. Yet, amidst this desolation, a striking contrast emerged. At the heart of the space stood a gleaming, pristine glass dome, impervious and impenetrable. Within the dome, a single glove rested, perfectly positioned and isolated from the surrounding dirt.

"This place reeks," Freytan complained, wrinkling her nose.

"Master, the smell is overwhelming. I'm starting to feel dizzy," added Amanda.

I placed my hand on their shoulders and activated my divine power, creating a golden energy aura that enveloped their lower faces, forming masks that shielded them from the foul odor.

"Can you still sense anything, girls?" I inquired.