NovelUSABut for sreason, the hero and his forces vanished in the midst of their campaign-not defeated, but disappearing on the spot. In remembrance, the peasants built this coffinless tomb for the hero.
However, that story was just the tip of the iceberg. The murals on the east side had been vandalized, so there were missing pieces of the story that eluded Sylvie and the others.
They were not particularly invested in the story either-people in olden times were superstitious, and transportation was terrible, not to mention they had to travel dozens of miles to get from one point to the other.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn all likelihood, the hero's forces were decimated, and with the peasants likely kept out of the loop, their tale was adapted into myth.
As such, the expedition did not dwell on it and continued surveying the chamber.
That was not the case for Frank, however.
Having cwith a purpose, he also had a different interpretation-the hero's so-called power must have been stolen, infused to the thugs of Dartmoor Hill, and adopted as the source of their strength.
According to the mural, however, those with that power were not supposed to leave a specific range, so how did those thugs manage to retain their strength? That part must have been recorded on the vandalized portions of the murals.
Meanwhile, Alda Ingram, who was in bed resting to recover, suddenly flinched.
Sweating down her spine, she promptly called Frank. "Sorry to bother you, Mr. Frankton, but I just had a dream of that royal tomb again! But it's different this time... you were standing there pondering!" "What?!" Frank could hardly believe what he was hearing.
Nonetheless, Alda continued, "I also saw a line of text that said: Protect the spiritron vein, if you desire the strength of the divine!" "The spiritron vein?" Frank glanced at the ring he was wearing on his finger.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCould this be the manifestation of spiritron vein energies? The one that the Lionhearts had been searching for? But he felt nothing... Perhaps the energies had already been drained? Frank had no idea and did not dwell on it-everything would be clear once he found that group that supported Stanley Durban.
Meanwhile, finishing the survey just then, everyone started to pack up to leave.
However, when they reached the entrance, they realized they were all stuck.
The switch was broken, most likely due to decades of lack of maintenance. And while they were underground surveying, a roof plate had also collapsed-they could see the sun outside, but it was just too taff for them to jump out! Content belongs to en.kikistories"Allow me!" Frank said.
Sylvie moved to stop him right then. "You're leaving? Alone?" "Or what?" Frank countered. "I'll bring a rope when I'm out and pull you all up!" Nonetheless, Sylvie shook her head.
"If one roof plate drops, that means more would follow. We need toget everyone out as soon as possible." tent belongs to en.kikistoriesUMS 'Sture thing. I'll get everyone out, one by one!" "Is that possible?" Sylvie was skeptical-no matter how strong Frank was, it was just unrealistic to leap up to the surface while carrying a person! Given the height, it was basically no different from taking flight! Content belongs ten.kikistories"Of course!" Nonetheless, Frank put an arm around Tigris and the other around Lara without warning.
Even as Lara flushed in surprise and avoided looking him in the eye, Frank exclaimed, "Get ready. We're flying!" And with those words, he vaulted upward to the surface and placed the both of them on firm ground.
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