At that very moment.
The tomb chamber suddenly began to tremble violently.
A low rumble echoed, like the cry of a dying planet.
A web of ethereal blue, living Energy, like the very blood of Kemola, rippled outward in waves from the depths of the Saint's Remains chamber.
An ancient sigh resonated deep within everyone's souls, and in that instant, every Transcendent present sensed the dissipation of a will.
It was the last lingering will of the Wizard Saint.
Meanwhile, a Wizard standing guard outside the tomb entrance scowled. "That bastard Nico got the Ancient Black Box. We can't let him escape."
Before he could finish speaking, members of the Oreno Family were already filing in, led by an Earth Knight whose expression was grim.
If the Ancient Black Box, which recorded a vast amount of Witchcraft Technology, fell into the hands of Grand Lord Kles, the legions loyal to Baze World could upgrade all their weapons and equipment in three hundred years at most.
