But...
"Where are the murals?"
Zhao Heihu whipped his head around, his eyes scanning the surrounding rock walls.
In his memory, in the footage sent back by Chen Meng, these walls should have been covered with magnificent murals of the Titan Giant Forging Map, glowing with a faint light.
Those giants, holding massive hammers, forged mecha beneath a starry sky. Every single line was filled with an ancient, desolate beauty.
But now...
The rock walls before him were smooth as a mirror, with a dark, glassy texture formed from being melted by intense heat and then cooled. Forget murals, there wasn't even a single Ghost Talisman.
"Mr. Zhao, what are you looking for?" the lead expert asked with a frown.
Zhao Heihu ignored him, rushing toward the center of the hall like a madman.
"The pillars! Where are the pillars covered in runes?"
