Time flows one day, two days... Unknowingly, even a month has passed.
Even the Black Pharaoh grew restless, but for personal reasons, he felt awkward to seek his true self's opinion, so he continued to wait.
"What on earth is happening?
In the past, those 'chosen ones' sent here would take at most seven days to accept the Prologue... How has this young man taken so long?
If he were enslaved by the Demon Book, the true self would surely sense the change in his mind and rush down.
Let's wait a bit longer."
The Black Pharaoh waited another ten days and finally grew restless.
His true self descended before the stone chamber.
He planned to personally investigate the situation.
With his realm and strength, he wouldn't be affected by the true remnants,
The only worry was that the evil might seize the opportunity to escape, even affecting the outside upon leaving the pyramid.
Any appearance of a Dead Spirit would spread like a terrifying plague quickly through the capital.
