Chapter 258: No Number

Fanna could vaguely sense something was amiss, as did the nearby saints. Their hazy soul projections subconsciously gazed upon the ancient being wrapped in shrouds, with a fierce and terrifying visage. In their memories and the Church's records, descriptions of the "Tomb Guardian" always included words like "cold," "dutiful," "indifferent."—never had any record mentioned that he would say "please" to the chosen listener!

However, Fanna didn't have time to ponder; she noticed the Tomb Guardian was patiently waiting for her, so she quickly collected her thoughts and nodded, "Okay."

The Tomb Guardian turned and led Fanna towards the grand and ancient tomb palace, leaving behind the saints in the square, watching the two figures fading into the distance.

The heavy doors of the tomb closed behind her, seemingly cutting off all sounds of the world outside. Standing in the cold and silent passageway, Fanna's heart gradually grew calm.