The desolate ancient ruins echoed with faint rumbling sounds.
The chains binding eight silver coffins snapped, their lids exploded open with a thunderous crash. Thick, pitch-black mist spilled out, accompanied by the crimson glow of eyes slowly opening and the beast-like sound of heavy breaths.
The black mist spread like an all-encompassing curtain, blotting out the sun and sky. Countless eerie whispers and the rustling of creatures crawling filled the air.
This feeling was all too familiar—it was the Calamity Ruins!
"Eight ancient ancestors, what dynasty or era they belong to, what status they held in life—I still don't know to this day. But since you all seem so keen on gathering here, before I retrieve the Qilin Wedge and leave, let these things keep you company, alright? Bye-bye."
The voice of Master was heard from the recording pen tossed on the ground, teasing.
One could almost imagine his grin stretching all the way to his ears.
It was infuriating.
