Compass

Before opening the wooden chest, Sifa had imagined it might contain a pile of gold bars, a Mystical Item, books recording arcane knowledge, extraordinary materials, or even something horrifying like dried organs.

But when he opened it, he stared in disbelief. Inside was a compass. Of all the things he had expected, that was not one of them.

If there was anything special about it, it was probably the gold casing and the Feathered Serpent design on its lid. But Sifa sensed no Spirituality from it, which meant it was unlikely to be a Mystical Item.

More importantly, it seemed to be broken. The needle would not stop spinning.

"I don't get it. The most important burial offering is a compass?"

Sifa looked at the coffin lid again. "The person buried here was searching for something while he was alive. Could this compass be the key? Did he believe it could lead him to something important?"

With that thought, Sifa put the compass away. Even if nothing came of it, he could keep it as a memento.

Next, Sifa restored the iron coffin, picked up his torch, and left the altar.

This cave and the people who had come here from the Southern Continent surely held some secret. Unfortunately, that secret had likely died with them and would be difficult to uncover.

As Sifa passed a stone chamber, a knock suddenly came from its door.

Knock, knock, knock—

In the quiet cave, a sudden knock from a stone chamber containing a coffin brought back the horror movies Sifa had watched in his previous life.

He immediately raised a hand. Crimson flames rose from his palm and gathered into a Fireball.

Knock, knock, knock—

The knocking came again. Then a foot emerged through the closed door, followed by a tailcoat, white