In an instant, a torrent of greedy gazes fixed upon the opening tomb chamber.
The composite metal gate was towering and heavy, its surface and interior lined with energy circuits. After being sealed by the dust of a million years, it was now rising with excruciating slowness.
The grinding of rusted machinery and the deafening boom of bursting hydraulics made the entire tomb complex tremble.
Then, a terrifying aura from the ancient Saint's Remains, like a monstrous flood bursting through a dam, roared out and engulfed the crowd.
Decay, deathly silence, profound darkness.
The corrupting aura of the Wizard Saint was powerful beyond their wildest imaginings. Though he had been dead for millions of years, the sensation was like watching a star fall from the sky—a cataclysm that overturned heaven and earth and made rivers flow backward.
