Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
In the lightless corridor, the regular sound of footsteps echoed, accompanied by the dim yellow light clinging to the walls of the corridor.
Each stone Xi Mu stepped on bore witness to tens of thousands of years passing, with murals on both sides chronicling the initial tale of how humans met the God of Omniscience, and the great blessings they were endowed with, achieving a myth of near-eternal peace.
The murals receded with his steps until the last one depicted humans, elves, dwarves, gods, and giants struggling amidst flames.
These were beings struggling beneath the Ash Fire.
"Could the initial chosen ones have anticipated that my arrival would burn them all?" Xi Mu questioned while plunging the Splitting Longsword in his hand into the newly opened ancient stone door.
