"When this door descends, all the guards will withdraw," Vivian said, pointing at the last line of runes. "This sentence is written in runes too. That's a little strange."
This was Hao Ren's first time dealing with something so ancient and mysterious, and he was completely caught up in a Hollywood blockbuster state, his mind still a little foggy. Hearing that, he instinctively asked, "What's abnormal about it? Maybe whoever wrote it had OCD. You'd make him uncomfortable by putting a line of English beneath a whole passage of runes. Besides, you wouldn't be able to understand it if he wrote in English either."
Vivian rolled her eyes at Hao Ren. "Do you think a notice demanding payment for water and electricity bills pasted outside someone's house would be written in ancient Latin? Who could understand that? Leta runes are complex and ever-changing, and even during the learning process, they can impact the learner's mind. Ordinary people can't master them. Only Demon Hunters and those ascetic monks who have tempered their nerves into something as hard as stone through their faith in gods can withstand them. It's said that Leta runes are a script written for the spirits of heaven and earth and the gods of another space. Under normal circumstances, no one would write these runes for ordinary people to read, much less use them like ordinary writing to leave a message."
"The guards weren't ordinary people?" Lily suddenly interjected from the side.
Vivian looked at the werewolf girl in surprise. "Huh, Big Dog, you've got quite an expansive line of thought!"
When Hao Ren heard the words "the guards weren't ordinary people," he inexplicably felt a chill creep up his back. He rapidly scanned the surrounding tunnel like a nervous wreck and swallowed hard. "They used Demon Hunters