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The heavy stones were set into the mountain like the segments of a pomegranate, polished by the sun and moon over the years, covered in dust. With each impact, accompanied by the loosening of the stones, dust would fall.
The brightness within the gaps became more and more blinding, as if some rare and exotic treasure had emerged from thin air.
With a bang, the stones shattered.
Karen emerged from the flashing light. She planted the Holy Light Warhammer into the ground and rested against its upright handle. She took deep breaths of air, looking at the setting sun that continuously dropped in the distance.
"Lianna sister! We finally made it out!" The tomb we were exploring turned out to be an ancient crypt shrouded in darkness, which had few enemies of the Holy Light and even some coffins were empty. From the layout of the tomb chambers and the burial objects within them, it was clear that they belonged to a major family.
