"The Cycle Gate?" Orson stepped up to the bronze door and examined it.
"Health: Unknown."
"Effects: Unknown."
He was taken aback. This ancient bronze door seemed utterly indestructible. He doubted even a nuke would leave a scratch.
Wisps of bluish mist drifted from it, likely the barriers the military researchers had mentioned.
He looked at the slit in the lion's mouth, confirming it was a slot for some sort of key.
It seemed the only way to open this colossal door from the outside was with that key. Otherwise, it would have to be done from within.
"Who was it that let out the Ocular Demon?" The thought nagged at him again.
He held BlazeKing's Soul Seal, proof that BlazeKing had perished and fused into Infinite Dimensions' fundamental laws.
Was it possible it was one of the immortal generals Warchief Madhorse mentioned?
It could be.
But how had they slipped past the gods' watch? Orson felt a spark of curiosity.
