Although Mel heard sounds along the way, there were no further attacks. Mel did not change the shape of his claws. The situation remained unchanged when he faced steep stairs with long, wide gaps. The pyramid-shaped structure stood before him in all its majesty.
Examining his grandfather's notes and map, Mel knew this was where he had to go. Even without those notes, this building in the garden had an air of attraction.
"I have a bad feeling. A strange energy flows around me, and the feeling it gives is disturbing!"
Mel, who had never felt like this before, was sensitive to the energy changes around him. He tried to relax by talking to himself as he always did when alone, but this time his restlessness reflected in his words.
Scanning the stairs from bottom to top, Mel kept moving until he could see nothing but gigantic, meticulously cut rocks. He took a breather when he crossed the first step by jumping and reached the second.
