Tomb of Naxathra — pronounced Na-zha-thra — the Dreaded.
Liam raised a brow. It was his first time hearing the name, but damn if it didn't sound ominous and a tiny bit catchy.
'An ancient Tomb… that's a first. What's he going to tell me to do? Plunder and desecrate his grave?'
He had done a lot worse for a lot less.
"Mind telling me who that is?" Liam asked.
Bill gave him a wry smile.
"We're… not so sure, yet. We've managed to find out who this Tomb belonged to along with their epithet. Other than that, there are no records of Naxathra on the pages of history."
"In some ancient civilizations, powerful cultivators who neared their deaths did not create inheritances. Instead, they hid away from all forms of society, sealed themselves up with all their belongings, then just… died."
"Whoever could find their Tombs, make their way inside and reap the treasures without dying… would be worthy of keeping them."
