Chapter 267: The Tin Knight and The Banquet of Madness (7)
The stairs leading down to the basement were incredibly deep and long.
Even those who were bustling about saying they should hurry, and those grumbling about whether they really believed such a hopeless notion as the Lion Duke’s resurrection, gradually fell silent from midway.
The members of the Council of Elders were each bigwigs who made others tremble as the core of the Empire’s power, but the atmosphere of the underground was so solemn that even they unconsciously closed their mouths.
Despite the magic controlling humidity and temperature, an unknown chill and pressure seemed to overwhelm visitors.
As if saying, “Don’t even set foot here with half-hearted resolve or trivial business.”
However, the feet of the Council of Elders did not stop.
In their minds, there was no more urgent or important business than this.
When they opened the door at the end of the stairs, a stone chamber beyond it revealed itself.
The chamber was enormous in size, but there was little sense of splendor or grandeur.
It was as if it had only been made a certain size to secure space for engraving magic circles, with other decorations being unnecessary.
Without a single piece of gold or silver treasure, pursuing only practicality, its appearance seemed almost bleak for the tomb of a hero who supported the Empire.
While other elders visiting for the first time swallowed in doubt, perplexity, or inexplicable chills.