When Angel pushed open this door, he immediately sensed something strange.
The previous rooms had all been cramped, but this one was enormous. Before even entering, Angel could see that its visible area alone was nearly comparable to the underground hall.
The air beyond the door lacked the smoky, foul stench of the previous rooms.
The black-and-white tiled floor reflected a faint, cold gleam, giving off an air of wintry desolation and killing intent. For a moment, Angel felt as though he had arrived in the exhibition hall of the Prey Hall.
It was not merely the cold severity in the air that made Angel think of the exhibition hall. Even the things inside were astonishingly similar.
—The room was utterly empty, save for four statues in the center, each facing a different direction.
From afar, these statues looked extremely similar to the specimens in the exhibition hall. Only upon closer inspection would one notice that their skin possessed the texture of stone.
At the center of the statues stood a display pedestal. Resting atop it was a massive blood-red battle axe covered in inscrutable patterns.
Even from a distance, a single glance made Angel feel the terrifying pressure brewing within the battle axe. In a daze, he seemed to see an endless sea of blood.
That glance alone was enough for Angel to determine that this was no ordinary object.
Moreover, the battle axe seemed to have been forged using a method Angel had never encountered before. As an alchemist, he could not help wanting to step forward and investigate it. A trace of greed even rose in his heart, urging him to claim it for himself.
But just as Angel was about to step inside, a warning surged from the depths of his heart.
That faint yet unmistakable