The ten-minute countdown ended. All the Players had finished eating, and the bowls, whether held in their hands or placed on the ground, vanished along with the spilled droplets of blood, as though they had never existed.
The light in the room dimmed inch by inch. Without any lamps, it quickly sank into cage-like darkness.
Qi Si took a flashlight from his backpack and began at a corner of the room, sweeping its beam inch by inch along the stone walls.
The scenes that had previously been indistinct became vivid as fire under the direct light, layer upon layer of color blending together into a complete image.
Simple, ancient lines outlined impressions of myths. Combined with the world-building background Nian Fu had provided, it could be determined that they recorded Beast Arena games from previous eras.
From humans fighting beasts in the Golden Age, to beasts fighting humans in the Silver Age, to humans fighting humans in the Bronze Age...
Then how would the current Heroic Age come to an end?
Qi Si held the fox mask and stood before the final blank stone wall.
A bronze hook was embedded in the center of the wall. It seemed to be another place where a mask could be hung.
Considering that mechanisms might exist in the sealed room, and that he had the Pocket Watch of Fate, meaning it would not matter even if he triggered a death trap, Qi Si directly hung the fox mask in his hand on the hook.
In an instant, scenes of interwoven light and shadow appeared on the wall, which should have been gray, decayed, and worn. They were too abstract and stream-of-consciousness to be easily interpreted.
The fox mask hung steadily on the stone wall, as though it had grown out of the rock