The rhythmic blast wave struck Lu Chen’s chest bone through the dark rock floor.
THU-THUMP.
THU-THUMP.
The shaking was heavy enough to make the dust dance in the cracks between the flat stone slabs.
Lu Chen dropped the final flight of fifty granite steps, emerging onto a high outer edge gallery that overlooked the Grand Necromantic Crypt.
The sight before him stretched for three hundred paces in every direction.
It was an underground cave the size of a palace quarter, lit up by the sickly greenish glow of eerie-glowing moss and bronze fire bowls burning sulfur cakes.
Arranged in nested rings across the sunken floor were hundreds of ancient sarcophagi.
