"Open it! Quickly, open it!"
"All of you, get down there and dig it out!"
No one cared about or even noticed the slave's fate. Once his body had been dragged out, it was immediately tossed aside. Everyone threw themselves into digging down from that spot, and soon they uncovered a round structure. Its entrance, however, was firmly sealed by a massive boulder.
A Blood Knight immediately hefted a man-sized hammer. After unleashing his bloodline strength, he brought it down once and shattered the boulder. When the dust settled, the entrance appeared before them all. A world that had remained sealed for over a thousand years was laid bare: a flight of stairs stretching downward into the mountain!
"Wait before going in. Everyone, get ready!" the middle-aged noble ordered. At once, everyone sprang into action. After waiting for over an hour, they were fully armed and assembled at the entrance!
"Torches! Torches!"
"You go in first, understand?"
The nobleman roared. The guards beside him immediately held their swords at the ready. A slave's legs trembled with fear as he carried a torch down the stairs. His footsteps echoed through the dark passage. When the people behind him saw that nothing had gone wrong, they followed him inside.
At that moment, the slave missed a step and fell straight into a trap, impaled by a spear. A guard who followed close behind was crushed to death by a boulder that came rolling down from above!
"There's a trap!"
"Another person's dead! We can't go in. This is the Golden King's curse!"
"This is blasphemy against the gods!"
The nobleman ran his sword through a slave who was shrieking in a frenzy. "What curse? It's all nonsense. You're all slaves of my Turner Family. I'm Viscount Turner, and you will obey me!"