"Crystal Tower!?"
Richard's voice suddenly rose, his face flashing with disbelief.
Having dealt so many times with the Pioneers' creations, he knew all too well their characteristics.
That tower was definitely a creation of the Pioneers.
He also looked in the direction Ulysses was looking, but even though his eyes nearly popped out, he couldn't see a trace of the crystal tower.
The thin mist above the poison swamp, like a curtain, completely obscured the deep scenery of the swamp.
"You don't need to look; you can't see it," Ulysses said, with his eyes returning to normal, shaking his head at Richard.
"Is it very far?"
"It's not about distance; there's something about this layer of mist," Ulysses explained, "this mist is probably a product of some rule; it can obstruct others' probes.
Even I could only vaguely make out a crystal tower with the help of my Divine Eye.
What exactly is inside, I have no idea."
