Beyond the door

Within seconds, everything in the tomb began to Corrosion and age. The lights that had been kept on quickly went out, and the surroundings rapidly darkened.

"Call!"

Several flames ignited beside Luther, which he made float in the tomb chamber, illuminating the space.

By the light of the fire, he looked at the Picture Frame in his hands.

This is a Portrait of a young man with a relaxed smile.

The young man had slightly wavy black hair and black eyes, a broad forehead, and a somewhat thin face. He wore a black pointed soft hat, resembling the attire of a legendary Warlock, and a Monocle on his face, but this did not add much to his scholarly air; instead, it made him appear even more eccentric.

This is

Looking at the Portrait, Luther suddenly realized something and abruptly looked at the mottled mural. Among the two infants held by the Angel, one of them had black hair and black eyes. Combining this with the Illusion he had experienced and Soroa's wary attitude, it was obvious who the person in the Portrait was.

Ah, Amon!

The Corrosion of time had ended, and the skin on his body was healing itself, but Luther had no mind to pay attention to his body; he was only warily observing the young man in the painting.

The more he looked at the other person, the more he found their smiling face extremely annoying.

"Thump, thump."

Footsteps echoed from the tomb; Soroa had entered. When he saw the figure in the painting, he clicked his tongue softly. He didn't seem to do anything, but the painting quickly changed; a certain spirit vanished. The once lifelike Amon became a stiff, lifeless figure, even somewhat unlike himself.

"Okay, now I don't have to worry about him noticing me."

Soroa nodded, then said to Luther, "This thing is yours. Just be careful not to let it turn over."

Having said that, he abandoned Luther and strode to the black coffin.

"Creak--"

A harsh, teeth-grinding sound followed as Soroa pushed aside the heavy coffin with one hand, exposing its interior to the air.

Luther looked over curiously, then was somewhat disappointed. The coffin was empty, except for a golden cushion embroidered with a transparent worm with twelve rings on its body, which looked exactly like the Demigod worm that Soroa had just crushed.

Is there some connection between this insect and the Marauder?

"Snort."

Although the coffin was empty, Soroa was not dissatisfied. He reached out and picked up the golden cushion, placed his hand on it, and stroked it from left to right. After he finished, he casually threw the cushion back into the coffin and stepped down from the platform.

He began to observe the tomb chamber.

Sharron was still standing outside. Luther winked at her, signaling her not to come in yet. In case there was anything strange about this tomb, she could still be of some use outside.

The iron lamp stands along the walls of the tomb chamber had rotted and collapsed, and the murals were also mottled and peeling off. Apart from the extraordinary corpses on the ground that were gradually exuding Spirituality, there seemed to be nothing of value left in the tomb chamber.

After circling half of the tomb, Soroa stopped in front of a wall. On that wall, the outline of a stone door was faintly sketched.

Is there more space behind this?

Luther couldn't help but think to himself.

Soroa seemed to think the same way. He stepped forward, placed his right hand on the stone door, and slowly pushed it open.

The stone door wasn't pushed open, but a hazy, shimmering light appeared on its surface, creating an almost realistic image:

The deep blue waves, almost black, surged forward, crashing against the rugged, towering peaks. Thick, black Fog stretched endlessly, filling the field of vision, with only the waves at the bottom and the peaks emerging from the Fog as the sole exceptions.

Ocean waves?

Upon hearing the sound of the tide, Luther almost instinctively associated it with the Tide within his body. But he quickly realized that the deep blue Ocean seemed to be a real thing, completely different from the thick, illusory Sea he had ever seen.

But why is there a stone gate in Amon's tomb leading to the mysterious Sea?

"Hehe."

Just as he was feeling confused, he suddenly heard laughter from the person next to him.

--Soroa chuckled, a look of sudden realization on his face.

"I see. So that's where you went."

He muttered to himself, as if speaking to Amon, who did not exist.

Where did Amon go?

Did they go to the other side of this sea?

Just as Luther had a guess, he saw a large amount of Spirituality suddenly surge from Soroa's palm, and some kind of invisible rule was rapidly forming. As a result, the surface of the stone gate began to weather, turning into fragments little by little, until it was completely annihilated.

Apart from a clump of stone dust remaining on the ground, there is no other evidence to prove that it ever existed.

Soroa destroyed the door!

"Your Excellency, what is this?"

"Give that guy some trouble."

Soroa chuckled, appearing quite pleased.

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Indeed, when Amon finishes what he's doing over there and tries to return through the stone gate, only to find it destroyed and unable to come back, his expression will be priceless.

Luther thought to himself with a wicked grin.

In any case, they not only destroyed a stone gate, but also wrecked Amon's tomb.

"Your Excellency, which item are you planning to take?"

After Destruction the stone gate, Soroa clearly lost interest in continuing the exploration and returned to the center of the tomb. Luther then asked a question.

"I've received what I asked for."

Soroa waved his hand, "You can do whatever you want with the rest."

Did you get it?

All you've done since you came in is touch that cushion!

Luther Consciousness looked inside the coffin; the cushions inside were still in the same position as when it was thrown in. Hmm?

Then, he suddenly noticed that the twelve-segmented worm embroidered on the gold cushion was gone. If he hadn't seen it earlier, Luther would have thought that there was never anything embroidered on the cushion in the first place.

Was all Soroa really after just that bug?!

The thoughts of High Sequence powerhouse are hard to fathom; perhaps there's some deeper secret hidden in that embroidered insect. But Luther is self-aware enough not to be reckless and try to figure it out. He simply nodded, feigning confusion, and then beckoned Sharron in to help collect the scattered Characteristic.

The haul this time was quite substantial. Besides several pieces of the Human Skin Shadow Characteristic, there was also a powerful Beyonder Item, as well as the Beyonder Characteristic extracted by the tomb raider earlier. In addition to Characteristic, the explorer also carried some other items, all of which went to Luther and Sharron.

Alright, that's enough for tonight.

"Thank you for your help," Soroa said.

Having said that, he lowered his head. As if a gust of wind had swept through, the firelight in the tomb chamber dimmed for a moment.

"Huh? Who are you? Where is this?"

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, then screamed, looking around in terror, clearly terrified of the two of them. The deep, terrifying aura he once possessed had vanished; now, his Characteristic were barely at Sequence 6.

And that being called "Soroa" seems to have quietly left.