Kyle's curse reverberated through the still space, forcing him to swallow the rest of his words as a shiver ran down his spine.
He moved back, almost unconsciously.
The place in front of him was completely engulfed in eerie, pitch-black darkness—a colossal arena holding the murky gloom.
His figure had arrived directly behind an enormous coffin resting in a dome-like structure, surrounded by many massive statues of twisted, monstrous creatures and the remnants of cold, ancient ruins.
The thing that had startled him was the oppressive, eerie darkness saturating the colossal arena facing the coffin—shifting slowly as if it were aware of his presence.
