Bang!
A tremor ran through the earth as Si Junyi approached the ruined temple, the air crackling with a sudden energy. From the shadows that clung to the broken pillars, figures emerged. Clad in dark grey robes, their faces obscured by ceremonial masks depicting skeletal visages, they stood shoulder-to-shoulder, forming a stoic barrier between Si Junyi and the temple.
The leader, his mask etched with intricate bone patterns, stepped forward. His voice, a dry rasp that seemed to emanate from the very stones, boomed across the desolate landscape. "Halt, trespasser! This sacred ground is under the protection of the Tomb Protectors Clan. No defiler enters the God Tomb!"
Si Junyi stopped, his crimson eyes narrowing at the figures. A sardonic smile played on his lips. "Tomb Protectors? How quaint. Have you forgotten your purpose in the face of oblivion? Or perhaps you serve a new master now, one content to see the legacy of the gods rot away?"
