The instant Hobart touched the feather, he felt a shock from spirituality, as though he had seen a towering Pale Stone Pillar.
It was only a stone pillar, yet it dealt an enormous blow to Hobart's mind!
Hobart quickly withdrew his hand. He realized that the feather's owner held a status even higher than that thing outside that could not be looked at.
But It seemed to be slumbering, or perhaps It was already dead?
That was why Hobart had merely suffered a mental shock after touching It, rather than collapsing into a puddle of mangled flesh.
But this was not the time to consider such things. Hobart crouched down and felt his way in the direction opposite the feather's owner. When he touched the skeleton on the ground again, he actually felt a surge of familiarity.
Using the skeleton's position, Hobart found the stone wall again and hurried out while supporting himself against it.
Once again, he brushed past that creature—or Sealed Artifact—that made heavy footsteps.
Before long, Hobart heard the Stone Door close behind him. The fear that had lingered in his heart vanished, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.
He forced himself onward step by step as the warning from his spirituality gradually faded.
To be safe, Hobart walked for another ten-odd minutes before confirming that he was out of danger.
He slumped to the ground to rest. Hobart felt as if he had watched horror movies for an entire day; the lingering terror made him unwilling even to recall what had just happened.
He could open his eyes now. In truth, he had been able to do so long ago, but for safety's sake, Hobart had kept them tightly shut.
Hobart's eyes gradually adjusted to the pitch-black corridor. This was an unfamiliar place.
Still, the