"If I were you, I wouldn't try to go into the water to find out what's down there." Lynch gently said to Soka, pulling on her wing, "Look! The wall on the other side of the pool is already frozen, and I believe if the pool under the waterfall can still be this cold, there's definitely something wrong."

"But this cave ends here!" Morgan looked at the space in front of him; aside from a waterfall outlet on the mountain wall, there were only bare walls left. The only path he could find was the one they came in on.

"Let me think." Lynch walked to the edge of the pool, saying nothing. After a long while, even Zilvra started to believe that the mage's voice was merely an illusion caused by the noisy waterfall. The group could barely hear Lynch's voice: "The entrance is right behind the waterfall."

Without further explanation, he used the power of his magic wand to lay a bridge made of force fields over the pool. "To resist the strength of the waterfall, I'll create a passage. But after you pass, don't go too far. Ahead could very likely be full of danger," the mage said.

Zilvra, passing through the curtain of water parted by Lynch, became more convinced that the mage's eyes were failing—he couldn't see anything concealed behind. Perhaps the darkness hadn't yet made him blind, but now just a piece of black cloth could achieve that effect.

Behind the waterfall was a passage, only a little over half a man's height, and everyone had to stoop to pass through. On the other side of the passage, many tall marble columns supported a roof. Some columns were tilted, causing the roof to slant as well. In the mist, the group saw a courtyard behind the columns. The domed, majestic architecture was only a vague silhouette in the dense water vapor, making them feel as if walking in a fog-filled dream.

"Looks like this is where the elves came to place the relic," Lynch chanted a spell, and immediately, numerous faint blue light spheres lit up on the surrounding marble columns. "It seems the serpent didn't destroy this place."

"So does that mean he got what he wanted?" Zilvra asked, "Does that mean it's all too late?"

"No, I don't think so." Lynch stepped on the gravel path, slowly moving forward, "I can sense immense magical power here. That thing excites me, but also makes me tremble uncontrollably. I don't understand what's happening, but the serpent didn't take it."

The group proceeded cautiously, fearing something strange might occur here. Morgan, in particular, was incessantly complaining, very dissatisfied with the layout and architecture. Eryies, however, was intrigued by all the statues here, which seemed to be illustrating a chapter of history. The elves used simple lines to inscribe the reason for establishing this tomb on the marble.

'The divine war caused everything to crumble, while the great mages became more powerful.' 'Someday, they will discover the root of their power. Human greed will lead to an inability to control themselves. Destruction is almost inevitable.' 'The Holy Fire God will use his life to teach them this lesson. This is a great sacrifice.' 'His body is not to be desecrated. Until the true apocalypse arrives.'

While reading the inscriptions, the Desire Demon followed the group. They kept passing through these ruins, advancing slowly amidst the remnants of history. It seemed as if the elves were warning them not to harm anything here. But in reality, time had long since worn down the defenses here.

After climbing a small slope, Lynch suddenly stopped at the front of the group, standing still. His magic wand fell to the ground, rolling backward along the road. Soka quickly helped him pick up the wand, flying to the mage's side.

Not far ahead, just beneath the slope, was an oval-shaped clearing. There were no coffins, statues, or any commemorative items—only two metallic orbs floating in place. Lightning, fire, fierce wind, and lava continuously leaped between the two orbs, emerging from one and diving into the other's interior.

"What are those things?" Zilvra asked.

"I'm not sure yet." Lynch swallowed, then staggered down the slope, "I hope it's not what I think it is."

Outside the oval platform, there seemed to be an invisible barrier completely blocking everyone's path. Lynch placed his Refined Gold left hand on it, and immediately, blue smoke rose. He furrowed his brows, sweat beading on his forehead as he focused his attention on the barrier. A flash erupted from his left hand, pushing him backward and causing him to fall to the ground.

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