Wan Lan looked at Slyder walking ahead. The Duke, who had always been sharp-tongued and hated everyone equally, was now a man of few words, and even his retreating figure had lost its conspicuous arrogance.
Knight Changsi. She had seen that name in the database.
The previous commander of the Royal Knights, the wife of Wilt, the previous Emperor of New Rome, and the empress who held half the ruling power over New Rome. He had died in court infighting during the early stages of the Great Cataclysm. It seemed Calamities had also had a hand in that history.
[Iron Prison]... Slyder...
Wan Lan thought as she followed the others forward.
After turn upon turn, the four finally reached the place the pointer indicated: a towering palace.
The palace of cold steel stood upon the earth, its sharp edges slicing through the lead-gray sky. It looked like an enormous coffin half buried underground.
Enormous gears were embedded like rivets in the palace's outer walls. Golden torrents of iron flowed down the carved gears like waterfalls and into the earth, forming a tranquil courtyard landscape around the palace.
Through the cascading waterfalls of iron, they could faintly glimpse a deep, dark entrance. Blazing golden molten iron poured down, yet the steel within was exceptionally cold, as though the scent of cold death hung in the air.
Wind rushed into the intricately constructed steel palace. In an instant, countless pieces of steel shuddered and scraped together, and the palace let out a heavy, eerie shriek that left the mind dazed.
This was the mausoleum where a King slumbered, a forbidden ground where none could set foot.
"Stop there. The Calamity Lord grants no audiences."
The Calamity standing guard issued a cold warning.
Wan Lan's mouth fell open. "We couldn't get in even