Power of Runes

Ash descended the dark stairway. Naturally, he wasn’t able to see anything in the heavy darkness surrounding him, but with Omni Thought activated, he could feel every step beneath his feet through subtle mental feedback.

Upon reaching the bottom, he stepped into yet another chamber—an expansive space swallowed in silence.

Before him stood an enormous door, much like the ones he had seen before, but this one was carved with mysterious symbols that seemed to pulse faintly with an aura of forgotten knowledge.

So many damn doors... I don’t like this one bit, he muttered inwardly with a sigh of annoyance.

Even so, he didn’t waste any more time and used Transcendent Step to pass through the door in an instant, just like he did it before.

And what he found on the other side was... breathtaking.

Now this... this is what you truly call a tomb, he thought, relieved by the sight that unfolded before him.

The vast chamber stretched endlessly in all directions, and within its cavernous expanse lay the colossal skeletal remains of dragons.

Their enormous bones filled the space like monuments to a time long gone. Most of them lay curled up peacefully, their postures calm and resting, as if they had simply fallen asleep and never awakened.

It felt like a museum of death and bones, frozen in time.

Ash narrowed his eyes slightly as a vague memory surfaced from the Novel.