It had the tragic air of a hero setting off, never to return.
As it flew toward the abyss, Dark's nerves gradually tightened.
If Hawlucha fell midway, then he would have only one flying Magic Spirit left in his hand.
Whoosh!
Even at the edge of the abyss, Hawlucha showed no intention of slowing down.
Fearlessly, it flew into the abyss, reaching directly above its middle in the blink of an eye.
Only then did its movements suddenly become slightly sluggish.
The chill emanating from the abyss made it shudder.
Yet relying on its momentum, it still shot swiftly across the abyss and actually reached the platform where the treasure chest stood!
Hawlucha was secretly delighted and immediately folded its wings to land.
With the treasure chest right before it, it took a few steps forward and extended a wing, attempting to open it.
Then—
Click!
The sound of a mechanism suddenly rang out.
The treasure chest actually opened without a hitch!
Dark and the other two could not help but lean halfway out from behind the wall, straining their eyes to see.
Inside the chest lay scattered treasures.
There were things resembling gold foil, as well as glowing pearls and gemstones.
But the most eye-catching item was the weapon placed in the center of the chest—a rusty, unsheathed shortsword!
Surrounded by treasure, the rusty sword looked as ordinary as some relic one might find anywhere on a battlefield.
Yet precisely because of that, it gave off an exceptionally unusual feeling.
Hawlucha reached out, trying to pick it up.
But the instant its fingers touched it, intense tremors suddenly rose from beneath its feet.
Immediately afterward, two dazzling red beams shot up from the bottom of the abyss.
The red light illuminated the ceiling.
A piercing shriek tore through the