Eva and Lorena's eyes widened in shock.
"What do you mean… sea of blood? What are you talking about?" Eva swallowed hard as she spoke.
She couldn't understand what Azarath meant. What was the sea of blood? And what did any of this have to do with the founder of the Elthanor Empire?
"You're talking nonsense. This definitely isn't the tomb of the founder's father," Lorena snapped, clearly refusing to believe a word.
"Oh, I wish we had more time… I'd love to explain what kind of man your so-called hero really was." Azarath stepped forward calmly.
"But unfortunately, some uninvited guests have arrived…" he paused for a moment, then frowned and whispered under his breath:
"Take care of them. No one is allowed to ruin our plan." Then his voice rose.
At that moment, fifteen shadowy figures leapt out of the darkness. They had no faces… only a misty aura of death and hatred. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared.
