Scrawled between the lines, crammed together and crooked, were the words "Shen Feng." The thought that these markings came from the Aztec Civilization's Spider Nest City—a civilization from millennia ago that should have been completely unrelated to him—made Shen Feng's skin crawl.
He flinched, utterly baffled.
'What the hell is this thing?'
'The Aztec Civilization's Diary of the Madman?'
The ground was now littered with shattered fragments of the detonated Sacrificial Stone. Their broken surfaces were exceptionally smooth, even reflective. Though it was dark, they still caught the faint glow in the chamber, reflecting Shen Feng's silhouette.
A million fragments held a million reflections of Shen Feng. As he moved, they all shifted, and due to the different angles, each reflection seemed to be acting independently—an exceptionally eerie sight.
