The Ancient Sentinel collapsed with a deafening crash, its molten-red eyes flickering out like dying embers.
Kairos stood over its massive, ruined frame, his breath steady, his heart thrumming with adrenaline.
[You have defeated: Ancient Sentinel – LVL ???]
EXP Gained: 500,000
LEVEL UP!
He barely even flinched as golden light surged through him, his body momentarily glowing as his stats increased.
"Alright, what's my reward?"
As if responding to his words, the defeated guardian's stone-plated chest split open, revealing something within—a floating, luminous key, pulsating with divine energy.
ITEM OBTAINED: Key of the Forgotten
A relic left behind by the Extinct Divine Race. Its purpose remains unknown. It hums with celestial energy, resonating with the ruins.
Kairos raised a brow. "Extinct Divine Race?"
That was new.
The moment he grabbed the key, the ground beneath him shuddered again—not from an enemy this time, but from the dungeon itself.
Stone walls shifted. New passageways unraveled before his eyes.
He exhaled, rolling his shoulders. Guess the real fun starts now.
Deeper into the ruins, the temperature dropped.
The air felt thick with something ancient. It wasn't just magic—it was something older, something divine.
Kairos walked cautiously, his boots echoing against the marble-like floor. Strange symbols and glowing inscriptions lined the walls, written in a language long forgotten.
He wasn't an archaeologist, but even he could tell—
This place was not built by humans.
Then, the notifications came.
NEW DISCOVERY: SANCTUM OF THE LOST
You have entered a holy site of the Divine Race. Only those worthy may claim its treasures.
WARNING: Divine energy detected. Proceed with caution.
Kairos let out a low whistle. This just keeps getting better.
His instincts screamed that something incredible lay ahead.
As he ventured further, he reached a grand chamber bathed in soft, ethereal light. At its center, atop a massive pedestal, lay something truly magnificent—
A sword unlike any he'd ever seen.
It hovered in midair, its silver blade pulsing with a gentle golden glow, intricate engravings running down its length.
RELIC OBTAINED: LUX REGIS – THE LOST BLADE OF KINGS
Forged by the Divine Race for the first ruler of a forgotten kingdom. Imbued with celestial energy. Sealed until its rightful wielder appears.
Kairos reached out.
The moment his fingers brushed the hilt—
A shockwave of golden energy erupted from the blade, engulfing him in radiant light.
The ruins trembled, as if awakening.
Kairos's vision blurred—his body felt weightless, like he was being pulled into something far greater than himself.
Then, a voice echoed through the chamber—deep, ancient, filled with authority.
"The lost heir… has returned."
Kairos's eyes snapped open.
…What the hell did that mean?