Unlike the museum curator's drab, ashen appearance, the young man looked flamboyant and impossible to overlook.
His golden hair and sea-blue eyes were striking, while the robe he wore only accentuated his holy, radiant appearance.
At this moment, he rested his chin on one hand, smiling as he looked down at them.
Although they still had no idea what had happened, quite a few people had already guessed that their resurrection was probably thanks to this man.
Moreover, his appearance was almost absurdly attractive.
Clearly, he was a member of the Erebus Guild—and judging by his demeanor, his position was certainly not a low one.
The players' minds gradually began to clear after their long period of unconsciousness. Their gazes unconsciously shifted from the fragments of stone beneath their feet, slowly traveling upward toward the imposing dark-gray throne standing at the center of the Museum of Petrification—the throne that had once belonged to the museum's eerie ruler.
Gulp...
