After opening the relic's ward, Lynn stepped through the door.
The stairs extended downward into pitch-black darkness, but to Lynn's extraordinarily sharp senses, it was as bright as day.
Lynn slowed his pace, using [Analysis] to scan the rock walls around him and the steps beneath his feet as he walked.
There were no traps and no hidden runes.
The relic's builder seemed confident enough in the three wards at the entrance that no additional defenses had been placed inside.
He walked for the time it took to brew a cup of tea before the stairs finally came to an end.
A circular stone chamber lay before him, roughly twenty meters in diameter.
The ceiling was five meters above the ground, with an enormous crystal embedded in its center. It had likely been used for lighting, but its energy had long since run dry.
Lynn's gaze immediately fell on the center of the chamber, ready to inspect his spoils.
Three skeletons lay there.
Two were humanoid, dressed in robes that had long decayed into scraps, their bones scattered across the floor.
Judging by their positions, one had fallen onto his back while the other had curled up beside him.
The third was enormous: the remains of a Thunderbird with a wingspan exceeding fifteen meters. Its bones were blue-gray, and faint lightning patterns remained on their surface.
Lynn did not enter immediately.
Who knew whether this was a carefully laid trap?
He stood at the doorway as [Analysis] operated at full capacity. A hundred workstations simultaneously analyzed every inch of the chamber, every stone slab, and every possible energy fluctuation.
Ten breaths later, the results came in.
There were no traps, no hidden runes, and no lingering energy reactions.
Only then did he step inside.
He approached the two humanoid skeletons