At the sound of movement, Uther warily took a step back and stood with his back against the vault wall.
The newcomer walked up to the fallen Nathrezim and said calmly, "As expected, those Pit Lords from Revendreth infiltrated this place long ago. She seemed to be searching for something."
Then he called to the alert Uther, "Kyrian Uther, thank you for exposing the Pit Lord's scheme."
Uther gave a wry smile. "So it was you, Tal-Galan. Was all of this your special arrangement?"
Tal-Galan shook his head. "It was all a coincidence. I was merely worried something might happen to you, so after I finished handling my official duties, I followed after you. I did not expect that no matter how hard I hurried, I would still be a step too late. Fortunately, you withstood Nathrezim's attack."
The corners of Uther's mouth twitched twice despite himself. That explanation was far too perfunctory. Still, the fact that he was willing to explain it that way counted as an account. More importantly, the vault rooms here were all sealed by magic, and his Holy Light could not open them.
So Uther immediately accepted his version of events. "My lord, what do we do now? The rooms here are still controlled by magic."
Tal-Galan said gently, "Do not worry. I have a secret method for opening the rooms. Let us see whether The Maw Walker's sigil is stored here."
Uther's position had now been verified, and the huge Nathrezim corpse at the scene in particular also proved his strength.
"No, wait. Don't cast any spells yet." When Uther saw anima magic begin to glow in Tal-Galan's hands, he hurriedly stopped him.
"What is it, Kyrian? Is there another problem here?" Tal-Galan was very puzzled.
Uther did not explain much. Instead, he reminded