Amon opened his eyes and realised he had appeared 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, but despite that his gaze remained affixed on his surroundings as he tried to peer through the darkness.
'Did instructor Damien send me to the right place?' Amon asked internally while scanning 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 echo continuously in this deserted place.
Suddenly, Amon heard a voice whisper into his mind.
"Dig up a grave and bury yourself while writing your request on 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.
