He only had to trust the words of his future self: as long as he kept moving downward, he could escape this bizarre territory.
"Keep heading down, throw away anything unnecessary, run, quick! Move forward at the fastest speed!!"
At Charles's command, the crew members tossed various foods and freshwater over the bannister of the staircase, not even sparing explosives.
The footsteps of the crew quickened, and as their pace increased, so did their breaths begin to sound disorderly.
Following the spiral staircase, Charles had no idea how long they'd been walking, roughly estimating it must have been hundreds of rounds, yet they still hadn't reached the bottom.
Just as that thought crossed his mind, an unexpected figure appeared before them.
It was a human clad in a white hazmat suit, holding a tablet similar to what the Foundation had, lazily stepping down the stairs while intently swiping through the tablet.
