"Here, time is your enemy."
The voice from the deepest part of the temple continued, as the scenery on both sides of the passage remained unpredictable.
"The tomb... was not like this originally."
Vivian felt a suffocating sensation, making it extremely difficult to speak. Everything happening around her was far beyond her understanding. The tomb that was originally meant for the burial of the Gallog Dynasty's heroic spirits had long been submerged by liquid gold, leaving only a single corridor leading deeper into the temple.
The liquid gold emitted a scorching heat, causing Vivian's heart to leap to her throat.
Perhaps the ground beneath them would vanish in the next moment, and they would all fall into the searing liquid gold.
Cynthia also looked serious.
