Darkness surged silently, as though seeking to rule the Pyramid's interior.
Nefi's dawn light and the dim yellow glow of the torches and wind lanterns.
All seemed insignificant at that moment.
At the edges of the illuminated area, pale figures silently emerged.
These figures were almost transparent, their bodies deathly pale. The blackish-green skin around their eyes contrasted sharply with their frighteningly red lips.
Some were men, some women; some old, some young.
All bore the racial features of the Southern Continent.
Their clothing, too, followed the styles of ancient Balam.
Among them, however, were some figures dressed like members of nomadic tribes.
They were probably earlier explorers whose souls had been imprisoned in the Pyramid after their unfortunate deaths.
These Grudge Spirits did not look particularly intelligent.
They seemed unaware that they were already dead.
They went about their business as though they were still alive.
The Grudge Spirits from the nomadic tribes touched things here and looked around there.
As though they were still exploring the Pyramid.
Among the citizens of the Ancient Balam Empire, some danced, some worshipped something, some worked, and some wept in sorrow.
These Grudge Spirits remained immersed in their own worlds.
Moreover.
They did not interfere with one another.
It was as though, in their worlds.
Nothing existed apart from themselves.
Just then.
A pale-faced woman with jet-black hair looked at Nefi, then screamed, "Who are you?"
The moment her voice fell, the other Grudge Spirits turned toward the group.
They stopped what they were doing.
Although they still had not noticed the other Grudge Spirits.
There was no doubt that they had all discovered Nefi and the other intruders.
As the Grudge Spirits turned their gazes on them.
The warriors from the nomadic tribes and the Beyonders from Abidos all felt their