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Planewalker?

The shadow within the darkness disappeared as fast as it appeared. Brendel hesitated for just a second before he raised Halran Gaia and chased after it. The endless passage was illuminated by the soft glow of the Stone in his hands. The walls were plastered with a type of cement that was commonly seen in most dungeons to waterproof it.

The youth's footsteps resonated louder, proving that there was a large cavity ahead. Brendel slowed down just to see the silhouette flash in front of his face and fired two spikes of crystal at him.

"Shit!" He slashed in the air and shattered the crystal projectiles. He gritted his teeth and brushed his arms. He admitted in Marsha’s name that the monster had ridiculous strength. Seeing that his attack had failed, the monster retreated. Albeit slow, it hid in the shadows and quickly disappeared.

Brendel swore furiously and chased the monster. But after a few steps, he halted and looked back that the corridor he came from with the Stone in his hands. Apparently, he had made it past the corridor and is not in the chamber he saw earlier.

The area was an open hall filled with tall pillars. The light from the Stone did not even cover one percent of the entire area. The floor alternated between black and white slabs of rocks. Besides the smears and cracks on the ground, it was evident that the place was once a majestic place.

“...”

He could not help but hold his breath. The place did not resemble that of a catacomb, unlike one befitting a king. “Eh?” The ground and the lower half of the pillars were filled with strange patterns. At first he thought it was some kind of artistic murals, but upon a closer look he discovered that they were grooves with mithril cast into them.

Brendel's hand trembled. He nearly used Halran Gaia to dig out the mithril for himself. After all, he knew that there was only one thing that could be used with it - a Magic Formation.

But he forcefully stopped himself and studied the area carefully. The silent and vast darkness seemed to contain some sort of mystical energy, and he was at a loss of words for a moment: this entire corridor is actually a giant Magical Formation! He recalled his experience in the Everwinter Hall, a sanctuary that was blessed by the Goddess of the Northern Winds, Jubius. That divine territory was protected by four statues of that Goddess, with several kilometers of golden runes to cast a neverending cold wind. And surprisingly, those runes were similar to the ones he was seeing in the tomb.

With nothing could be heard, nor seen for miles, it may seem that the Magical Formation seemed like a graveyard, the silver runes seemed seemingly lost their usage

"Just what is this place exactly?" Brendel muttered to himself. He trekked across the worm-like silver-colored runes and went deeper into the hall. His lonely footsteps rang out in the darkness and he appeared like a small light moving across a dark world from afar.

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