The Eternal King?

The doors of the temple were pushed open.

Cold light shone through the widening crack, the beams mingled with dust thick with the weight of history.

Gapar could not help coughing, discomforted by the dust.

This temple seemed not to have been visited for a very long time. The traces of history were displayed before every visitor in the form of accumulated dust. Before he had pushed open these doors, who knew how much time had passed through this place?

When he pushed the doors fully open, the temple seemed to brighten all at once.

Shadows of the night's kin lurked in every corner, but the light of night streaming down from the dome formed mottled patches across the dusty floor. A circular halo of light illuminated the deepest part of the hall.

Beneath that patchwork glow stood an empty throne.

Yet there was no dust upon it.

Gapar stepped into the temple, wrapping himself in battle aura alone to keep the harmful dust from entering his lungs.

In the past, he would never have entered a place this dusty. No matter how beautiful or solemn it might once have been, if he had to go inside, he would have unleashed his battle aura and blown every speck of dust away.

But this time, he did not. It was not because he held Sain Underground City to a different standard. He still hated dust as much as ever. He simply—

"I don't want to damage these precious collectibles."

Under the glass-decorated dome, Gapar's eyes seemed to catch the starlight as he looked around, his gaze gleaming.

It was the look he got when he saw treasure. Only one kind of thing could make him look like that.

Weapons!

Weapons hung everywhere along the temple walls!

Exquisite and bizarre weapons lined