The underground tomb.
The last bit of ice vanished into thin air.
Inside the stone coffin, Aaron opened his slightly dazed eyes, then spoke. "Now... has the promised time arrived?"
He felt how weak he was, yet a hint of joy appeared on his face.
This was how an ordinary person felt. It meant that everything had gone as he expected: the spirituality in his body had been exhausted, and he had become mortal again.
As the ice vanished, the last glimmer of light inside the cave was swallowed by darkness.
But not long afterward, a lantern was lit, its dim yellow light illuminating the surroundings.
Aaron looked at the bodies of two people on the ground and mused for a moment. "Grave robbers? They seem to have tried to break open the coffin, but came into contact with the last bit of Unmelting Ice. What a tragedy. I wanted to ask them a few things..."
"Still, waking up without being locked away somewhere, surrounded by a group of Beyonders, or directly under the gaze of those beings should count as a success, right?"
Aaron rubbed his stomach as it growled. He was hungry...
His gaze couldn't help drifting toward the two corpses.
A short while later, Aaron, now dressed in blue work clothes, climbed out of his grave with a bundle in hand. It contained the clothes and accessories he had taken off.
He had examined the two corpses earlier, of course, not because he wanted to eat them. He had never intended to walk the path of Crimson.
Their clothes alone had told him that the times must have changed drastically.
If he went out wearing his old clothes, he'd look like a zombie dancing in broad daylight—far too conspicuous.
"The two worlds must have merged without a