Sno put the monocle over his right eye, but nothing happened for a long while. His expression could not help turning strange.
"What's going on? Wasn't Ammon supposed to sense it as long as I wore the monocle over my right eye? Or is there simply no Ammon in this tomb?"
Sno was a little lost. According to the original story, since this coffin could steal time, there should at least have been a Worm of Time inside!
And given Ammon's habits, he would never split off only a Worm of Time without turning it into an avatar!
So why had Ammon not parasitized him?
Seeing that those troublemakers had already started shouting, "Is that all?", Sno felt his brain ache.
In this day and age, even Ammon was unreliable?
Did he have to go to the Storm Church and call for Leodoro?
Sno pondered for a moment, then decided he could not casually remove White Horse is Not a Horse's protection. What if that Worm of Time was lying in ambush, waiting for him to lower the barrier so it could notify the other Ammon avatars?
Better kill it first!
Sno was a man of action. He spread his Chaos Aura, disrupting the power stealing "time," then walked up the stone steps and arrived before the coffin. Amid creaking noises, he pushed open the heavy coffin lid.
Then he saw the golden cushion embroidered with Worms of Time, along with an utterly empty coffin.
The Chaos Aura swept through the area again and again, repeatedly disrupting the power trying to steal his time. Whenever that power reconnected, Sno searched for the core responsible for reconstructing it.
With a faint sigh, Sno removed the monocle from his face and pulled out a flask that seemed to never run dry, pouring