The Golden Dragon Girl was powerful, but she had no desire to get bogged down here. What mattered most was taking the Divine Artifact in her hands and leaving at once.
The ancient Underworld God's Scepter was of no use to Modi or her, but plenty of Necromancers would surely go mad for it.
In the blink of an eye, the clamor of battle faded, and Anubis's resting place fell deathly silent once more.
Only an occasional caw broke the stillness.
A moment later, three people and a dog appeared at the entrance to the Pyramid atop the mountain.
Green had seen the Golden Dragon Girl take the Scepter. As a Necromancer, he understood its value and purpose, but he made no move against her. Instead, he entered Anubis's tomb as planned.
The place was vast and deathly still, as though time itself had stopped. Despite the countless years that had passed, the painted murals on the walls remained clear and vivid.
In abstract strokes, they depicted the story of Anubis's life.
At the center of the burial chamber stood a huge stone sarcophagus, its heavy lid cast onto the floor.
Inside lay a bed of exquisitely carved gold coins and vessels made of the same metal, but no corpse.
Green knew why. Anubis's remains had long since been converted into the Graveyard's Psychic Energy balance. Finding another corpse here would have been the real shock.
"The scent of death. Followers of death. Come and bow before the king you worship!" A deep voice suddenly sounded from inside the enormous sarcophagus.
A faint smile appeared on Green's face. Just as the most closely guarded fragment of memory he had obtained from Anubis's Divine Soul suggested, a great secret lay hidden beneath the sarcophagus.
As an ancient God of Death, Anubis