From then on, he had almost never seen the sun.
The mechanisms that contained magma and venom in the depths of the lost temple were his toys.
The roars of totem beasts and the screams of tomb raiders, as well as the sound of bones being ground into powder by fangs, were the only music.
The fog that lingered over the ruins of the ancient battlefield all day long was impacted by totem power. It turned into mist in the form of various ferocious beasts, which was the most common sight he saw.
As a weak little thief, his task was to act as cannon fodder and a human minesweeper, charging at the front of the entire tomb raiding team. He was responsible for exploring the most dangerous mechanisms and the narrowest secret passage.
Many secret passages were not much bigger than a fist. Even a three or five-year-old mouse child had to soak his bones in a special secret medicine to soften them before he could barely get in.
