"Is there an intelligent life form that can use fire, natives left over from the Holy Ground in the past?"
Without surprise, Ian glanced at the Iron coffin.
The fluid inside the Iron coffin was not static, but undulating rhythmically, with many blurry objects tumbling inside, giving off a nauseating thick greasy feeling.
Ian walked forward, approached the glass partition of the Iron coffin, and observed it from above and below. At the top of the outermost coffin, he saw a line of Inscriptions that were somewhat difficult to make out.
[Temporary Cultivation Chamber]
Beneath it there was a block of rough text probably manually engraved with tools, hard to discern in full.
[Due to...lack of biomass...various departments...corpse...forgive...future...]
The signs of decay were very heavy, if it were not for Ian's Silver Chip's analysis and inference, he probably wouldn't even be able to make out these few words.
