The positions of all the rooms were constantly changing, so like the Witches, the owner of this room had only recorded information on the many rooms it had explored. It was not completely invincible here either.
But now was not the time to inspect that carefully. Once they had confirmed that everything worth looting had been packed away and turned into toys, the two set a simple trap in the room using the items they had on hand, then returned to the coffin.
The black iron coffin looked old and heavy. Those who used such ornate iron coffins were generally liches. As for Bloodkin, Mr. Bernhardt had repeatedly emphasized that they truly did not sleep in coffins. They liked beds too.
"Then I'll unlock it—Door Key."
Shade pressed his finger against the coffin's keyhole and gave it a light twist. An inexplicable click sounded, and silver Ritual Traces of an arcane lock surfaced across the coffin. As the silver faded, the coffin opened.
After waiting ten seconds, they looked again at the closed door. Black mist poured inward through the crack beneath it, then gathered at the doorway until a soul emitting a dim black glow all over floated out.
"Dawn's Oath Sword!"
Miss Coens, who had long since finished charging her attack, swung her sword. The trail of light it drew seemed to form a curtain of dawn. Yet the glowing longsword was blocked by the outstretched hand of the soul, which appeared male.
It floated in the air, its spirit body black yet translucent. It stood over two meters tall and wore a brown high-collared coat.
With a flick of its hand, Dawn's First Light flew from Miss Coens's grasp toward the ceiling. The undead's right hand reached for Miss Coens's head, but the female hunter formed a