The excavation work continued, and as more artifacts were unearthed, the expressions of everyone involved grew increasingly grave.
"The Cataclysm of ten thousand years," "Demons and Angels joining forces to invade the Continent, with all races uniting to resist these foreign creatures' invasion," "The Human Race migrated from other continents," "Heroes of various races hunted Divine Spirits"...
Any one of these explosive contents, if leaked out, would set the entire Continent ablaze.
Being keen on pursuing the truth is one thing, but that doesn't mean they have lost their minds. Apart from "The Cataclysm of ten thousand years," the contents of the ruins are not to be tampered with lightly.
"Robert, it seems we've gotten involved in a rather troublesome circle. Is it still possible to back out now?"
The Necromancer, already nothing more than skin and bones, appeared even more dreadful after his face took on a mournful look.
"Withdraw?"
