Murphy lowered his head and rubbed his sore eyes.
His heart was full of doubts.
How could this ancestor, who should have lived over a thousand years ago, look exactly like Sophia?
If there was any difference, it was that this ancestor seemed paler, her skin so white it was nearly transparent.
Still, having barely seen the sun for more than a thousand years, such a complexion was hardly strange.
Once his eyes felt better, Murphy noticed a velvet rug laid on the ground. This seemed to be where the emperors of Arkaim knelt before their ancestor.
After a moment's thought, Murphy stepped forward and dropped to one knee, preparing to tell the ancestor why he had come.
Suddenly, a gleam of light entered his eyes, and he could not help raising his head again.
To his shock, the girl in the crystal coffin had opened her eyes. They were blood-red eyes like rubies, staring fixedly at him.
The next instant, the girl's figure suddenly became illusory, as though she were being erased from a canvas.
At the same time, a bead of blood glowing crimson condensed before her. Before long, it became something as crystalline as a pearl, while the girl's body had faded until it was nearly invisible.
The bead of blood passed through the crystal coffin and slowly descended before Murphy.
A voice sounded in his heart. "This is what you need."
Murphy froze. The blood bead fell into his palm, and then, with a clang, the door closed before him. At some unknown moment, Murphy had already been sent outside the stone door.
"Lord Murphy!" Maxim cried. "How did it go?"
Murphy blankly opened his right hand and looked at the blood-red bead in his palm, sensing something strangely familiar within it.
This... why did it