Mid-river Sandbar.
Underground, behind the Bronze Door, a circular tomb.
The empty eye sockets of the skeletal remains faintly emit a red light.
As time passed, the red light grew brighter, and then with a sizzling sound, turned into two flames.
A creaking sound echoed from the skeletal body.
The pale bones slowly transformed, gradually turning into a translucent jade color.
The left hand resting on the coffin rose, placed over the right hand tightly grasping a great sword, in a double-handed sword grip.
Maintaining this posture for a while, the skeleton made another movement.
Like a rusty machine oiled, its movements changed from sluggish to fluid.
The skeletal hands pressed down forcefully, using the great sword to stand up.
Casually carrying the great sword behind him, the skeleton glanced around the tomb room.
Its gaze finally rested on the coffin.
The two flames flickering in its eye sockets appeared to radiate a deep sense of remembrance, pity, and sorrow.
