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Noah could vaguely understand what was happening. His mind was working perfectly, so he could sense how that buzzing noise was affecting his power.

His instincts warned him about a threat that he couldn't fight. Noah felt powerless against that influence. His entire existence was under the control of the vague orders conveyed through that sound.

Noah's group dug large tunnels through the separate dimension's ground. They reached the second layer and continued to dive deeper into the insides of that structure.

A third layer eventually appeared in their vision. That structure was almost identical to the previous, but it featured far more chrysalises on its walls.

Noah let his instincts study his surroundings. He couldn't cover the underground hall with his consciousness, but his senses were still active, and they could inspect the environment.

'They don't have middle tier magical beasts in this hall,' Noah thought while his body moved on its own.