After he finished speaking, they waited a little longer, but nothing around them reacted or changed.
"Looks like Amon really has left."
As he muttered to himself, gray fog suddenly billowed before his eyes. Then Klein's voice echoed beside his ear:
"I don't see Amon anywhere nearby, but I can't see through the tomb chamber ahead of you. He could be hiding inside."
Cyril thought it over, then nodded. "We'll know once we open it. We're here already, after all."
As he spoke, he looked at the door leading to the main tomb chamber.
It was a black stone door covered in patterns that looked as if they had been carved with knives and axes. A gray-white disk, resembling a clock face, was set in its center.
"That's the Amon Family crest. It looks like it's been made into a lock."
After a brief explanation, he pressed his hand against the black stone door. A faint blue glow rippled from his palm, and he shoved.
With a creak, the black stone door—which looked extremely heavy and had been locked—opened with ease.
"You just pushed the door open like that?"
Klein's voice from Above the Gray Fog was full of surprise. When he saw the strange, clock-like lock, he'd expected some complicated puzzle that would eventually be solved.
...Or even a forceful break-in would have been more visually impressive and satisfying.
"To an Apprentice, every door is nothing more than a formality."
Cyril casually replied as he curiously examined the tomb chamber beyond the door.
The main tomb chamber beyond it was extremely wide, nearly as large as the hall they'd passed through earlier by his estimate. Its details were far more exquisite, though it was just as empty.
Aside from a deep-black coffin atop a raised platform in the center,