The scarecrow bearing the title of Grand Duke lay quietly inside the gigantic bronze coffin. The twelve Dukes were utterly at a loss before this bizarre situation.
In an instant, countless possibilities surfaced in their minds—perhaps this was a prank by the Torredo Grand Duke, or perhaps it had been done intentionally by him... He might have done something to Lost Fangs, which was why he had fled before the Dukes arrived.
"Something's wrong... Why does this scarecrow have the same aura as that fellow Torredo?" one of the Dukes asked, frowning.
The next moment, he directly sliced open the scarecrow in the gigantic bronze coffin. Hidden inside its body was an ancient black wooden box.
The Torredo Grand Duke's aura was clearly emanating from this black wooden box. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, relying solely on the mutual senses of the Clan Grand Dukes, they would have felt that the Torredo Grand Duke was right here and had never moved.
Another Duke pondered for a while before tentatively opening the black wooden box.
Yet another Duke suddenly had a bad feeling just as he was about to open it, and hurriedly called out in a low voice, "Wait!"
But it was already too late... The Duke who intended to open the box had already flipped open its latch and opened it a crack.
Nothing particularly strange happened... The box had merely been opened a crack.
Seeing that nothing unusual had occurred, the Duke who had opened the box gestured to the others that everything was fine. He then opened it completely—a blood-red light suddenly burst out from within, illuminating the entire ancient cavern.
"What is this..."
When all the Dukes saw what was inside the box, their expressions changed. What they saw was unmistakably