"This place might look like ruins at first glance, but anyone could guess it's definitely not that simple—"
She took out a golden feather and smugly waved it between her fingertips.
The feather traced fine golden glimmers through the dim yellow light, reflecting the golden radiance around her fingers.
"Look. I dug three thousand feet into the ground and finally unearthed a little treasure."
"Does it look familiar? It came from that Salvation kid. Didn't he have wings after transforming? Its presence here proves only one thing—"
"These ruins are a [seal] built from the remnants of his thirty million lives."
Dan Heng gazed at the scene and could not help crouching down, his fingers lightly touching the scorching sand as though he could feel a faint pulse deep below.
"So that's it. He imprisoned the Iron Tomb this way, buying time for the outside world."
"Mm." Cipher nodded, lightly tossing the feather into the air before catching it steadily.
"That was his style."
"They say cats have several lives, but living, dying, then coming back to life again and again millions of times... no one could endure that."
"Perhaps he was the only one who could."
"Those hard days are over now, aren't they?" Yan Huan spread his hands, his gaze sweeping over the jagged wreckage around them.
"That's what we came here to do."
"Of course. I had a feeling." Cipher smiled, her eyes curving into crescents.
"I said hello for you in advance. He was very happy—even laughed out loud in his dreams."
"After all, the dead can't hear Trickery's lies."
She turned around, cupped her hands around her mouth, and shouted toward the Divine Sword standing at the horizon.
Her voice rang through the empty ruins, stirring echo after echo.
"Hey, Salvation kid!"
"Sorry, but the