Phantoms Within the Tomb

The eerie green flames illuminated the entrance to the corridor, making the dim lights in the distance seem all the more oppressive and gloomy. Within that unsettling darkness, the "History Avatar," already corrupted by some force, suddenly froze. It stood in the distance like a Stone Statue, deaf to Duncan's words.

But the strange, silent standoff lasted only briefly. Before Duncan's eyes, the "History Avatar," which had been motionless for merely a few seconds, suddenly shuddered—and in the next instant, it violently turned its head!

Its former features had twisted into dark hollows and whirlpools, with only a tearing, maniacal grin stretched across its distorted face. It twisted its body at an angle no human could possibly achieve, its limbs becoming tentacles that clung to the walls and ceiling in the blink of an eye. Then, amid a sudden burst of shrill, chaotic screeching, the grotesque and horrifying thing lunged at Duncan without hesitation!

Duncan instantly frowned. The next second, blazing ghostly green spirit fire ignited the entire corridor—the flames filled everyone's vision like layer upon layer of barricades. The corrupted horror screeched, laughed madly, and burned as it charged fearlessly toward the tomb's exit. It tore through barrier after barrier of spirit fire—only when it had come within less than four or five meters of Duncan did the charred wreck finally convulse, collapse to the ground, and fall completely still.

Several more minutes passed before the flames gradually faded.

Duncan frowned deeply and cautiously approached the remains, which had nearly been reduced to ash. Amid the ashes, he saw only a shriveled, charred lump—this was what he had deliberately left behind by consciously controlling the flames. Every trace of the Senjin people had vanished from this small piece of matter, yet a grotesquely twisted slit still covered the blackened