The Emperor's Shadow Guard moved through the Buried God's Tomb like a silent, weightless ghost.
As a master of stealth, his speed was terrifying. He rushed through the dark corridors, expecting to find the Core Suppressing Spike humming with siphoning energy and the drained corpses of the geniuses reinforcing the seal. It was a cycle that had kept the Tianlan Continent stable for hundreds of years.
But as he reached the grand archway leading to the final chamber, his breath froze in his throat.
The air was completely quiet. There was no sound of the massive mini giant guardian with the axe patrolling the area. The ground was covered only in a cold, dispersing silver mist, the dying remains of a defeated sentinel.
"The guardian is… dead?" the guard whispered, his heart hammering against his ribs.
Panic, cold and sharp, seized his chest. He quickened his pace, stepping into the grand chamber.
