That event had nothing to do with him. It wasn't him who had suffered. So, why must he care?
The dead tell no lies, and Stoneface had already died.
As he went through the painting, he discovered something, a dark purpose behind the countless sacrifices.
But it failed to scare him. After all, it was only a pigment on the stone. Ancient history, nothing more.
Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet started to rumble violently, almost like an earthquake had struck the labyrinth. The vibration grew stronger.
The sudden changes startled Lucius and Kaiser as they struggled to stand straight.
What was happening? None of them had any idea.
"Something's coming," Kaiser murmured with a sense of foreboding.
Lucius could feel it as well. He could tell that something terrible was approaching. But what exactly was approaching? He couldn't tell, and based on his judgment of Kaiser, it appeared as if he too wasn't aware of it.
