The Tombkeeper Clan's ancient, solemn tombs had been places of reverence for a thousand years, yet strange noises now echoed from within.
"Ah!"
"No, not there! Anywhere but there!"
"Wait! Not over there either!"
"I can't take it anymore, really, don't put it in any farther! It'll be bad if you do!"
"Please, stop looking! Sob, sob..."
"..."
At that moment, dim yellow torches burned atop a massive altar, their flickering flames swaying unsteadily. A group of burly men in black robes stood in a circle around the altar, solemnly chanting ancient incantations that scarcely anyone in the world could understand anymore.
And the source of those strange noises in the center of the circle was Kira's that card.
That useless little spirit, which had never been good for anything, currently had one eye floating in the air and screaming nonstop. The things it was shouting were getting stranger and stranger.
Even the well-traveled Mr. Marik was left with black lines across his face. After a moment, seemingly unable to bear it any longer, he turned to Kira and asked, "Is your spirit... all right?"
"It's fine," Kira said calmly. "It's always like this. Do whatever you want to it."
What they were doing was using the power of the Tombkeepers' ancient ritual to awaken the self sealed within the spirit. The eye had been screaming the whole time. It probably felt like someone was roughly entering its mind, probing and rummaging through its memories.
That was why it was making such strange noises.
About half an hour later, that card was finally returned to Kira's hand.
Strangely, despite clearly being a card, it looked as though it were drenched in sweat. Kira was very curious where a card could possibly hide sweat glands.
"Finally... it's over."
The eye looked