It was an old mausoleum that had been explored before, with its previous occupiers becoming the new protectors of this place.
One by one they appeared in Remira's path, most barely having the strength of an apprentice and using weapons from old that didn't even work most of the time.
With time, the rut sets in, the gunpowder turns wet, and the rest. No matter how powerful the curse was, it couldn't affect the tools this undead used, and with most of its previous traps already taken out by the first explorers of this tomb, there was nothing stopping Remira.
To others, this tomb might be dangerous, or even confusing. But to Remira, who had ascended to Master Rank, it was all a confusing path whose answer was right in front of her eyes.
Even though the path looked the same whatever path she took, the wires and bulbs attached to them obviously followed a certain route. A route that was currently in use by the current owner of this place.
