Two sets of footsteps echoed through the dark passage, like metal lightly tapping against stone. The narrow terrain invisibly amplified even the faintest sounds and carried them deeper into the gloom.
At the same time, hair-raising sounds drifted from the distant darkness—snickering laughter and disordered, meaningless mutterings.
Deathstroke glanced at Doom beside him. No expression could be read from the latter's square, iron face, but through the two rectangular openings where his eyes were, Deathstroke could see a complex swirl of emotions in his gaze.
There was contempt mixed with sorrow.
He despised how the powerful Eternals had fallen into madness, yet he could not help thinking of humanity, another species from Earth. What fate would await them after witnessing those indescribable things? That gave Doom a faint sense of shared tragedy.
But emotion would never hinder Doctor Doom's stride. He would only turn it into fuel for action.
He led Deathstroke toward the very end of the tomb.
This tomb covered an enormous area. Its spiderweb-like burial passages stretched in every direction, and it likely held all the ancestors of this Eternals branch.
Burial chambers lined both sides of the corridor, packed densely with coffins.
Many of the coffins had been opened. The dry bones within had been scattered everywhere as though a Husky had torn through them. The only difference was that there were no dog paw prints on the dusty floor, only traces left by bare human feet.
The mad Survivors seemed to be searching for something, but could anyone truly understand a madman's actions?
At last, Su Ming saw with his own eyes the scene Doom had previously observed through the Micro-Robots. In the deepest main burial chamber, three completely naked men were devouring a rotting corpse like beasts.
Countless bones littered the surrounding area. It