Amon opened his eyes and realised he had appeared at somewhere that seemed like a graveyard...
There were things like steles erected in various places and the stench of death and decay filled the surroundings
Because the place was dark amon couldn't see anything, hut despite that his gaze remained afixed on his surroundings as he tried to peer through things.
'did instructor Damien send me to the right place?' amon asked internally while scannibg his surroundings with wide curious eyes.
Taking a deep breath he looked around and then the artifact materialised in his grasp.
Clang... Clang....clang...
The weapon made a light noise that seemed to echoe continuously in thus deserted place.
Suddenly amon heard a voice whisper into his mind.
"did up a grave and bury yourself while writing your request in a piece of paper to retrieve the thing you want the most."
"who's there?" amon instantly became alert as he scanned the environment.
Still he didn't see anyone.
