Khal slowly opened his eyes, lifting his hand from the throne.
Behind him, a loud argument was underway.
“WILL YOU PLEASE JUST WAIT A SECOND?!” Pat shouted, floating helplessly in the air behind him.
Merlin stood on the ground, a ball of lightning crackling in her hand, her face twisted with fury.
“I’m going to say this once more—how do I get Khal out of that trance without hurting him!? And if you say it’s impossible one more time, I swear I’ll turn you into a side dish.”
“Put him down, Merl. I’m fine,” Khal said calmly, walking toward them.
“See? He’s fine. Wait—WHAT?!” Pat yelped in disbelief, flailing in midair as he tried to turn himself around.
Merlin immediately released float, and Pat dropped like a stone, smacking face-first into the ground with a thud.
She rushed to Khal, tugging her staff tightly in one hand and reaching out with the other to touch his arm.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her tone soft.
Khal stared at her for a moment before politely removing her hand.
“I’m fine. There’s no need to worry about me.”
Pat groaned as he pushed himself up from the floor, only to freeze when he saw Khal’s expression. His eye widened.
“Just... how are you still alive? The master should have destroyed your soul by now…”
Khal stepped closer to him, a faint grin tugging on his lips as he looked down at pat with sharp eyes.
“You don’t need to worry about that.”
His voice dropped.
“Just do your job and show me where Hagan was buried… Little White.”
Pat stared down at the ground for a moment before kneeling.
“It seems my previous master has chosen you to carry out his final wish. If what he seeks is for you to find his burial place, then I have no choice but to oblige.”
Merlin stood shocked at Pat’s new demeanor, her gaze turning over to Khal. “What was it that happened when you touched the throne?”
Khal turned his gaze to her before walking away, stuffing his hands into his hoodie’s pockets. “What happened…”

Pat took Khal and Merlin back to the entrance of the throne room; while passing, Khal glanced at an unfamiliar armor but paid it no mind. standing before the massive shut doors.
“Why bring me back here?” Khal asked.
Pat waddled his way over to the door, resting one of his rays on it.
“This door works as two entrances and one exit. Only when I pour my mana into the door will it open to the second entrance… the true tomb of my master.”
Pat closed his eye and began pouring mana into the door. Bright blue lines began flowing through it, drawing a symbol. In just a few moments, the symbol was outlined perfectly—Hagan sitting on his throne.
TSSS!
The door cracked open, a wave of cold air blowing out.
BOOM!
The door fully opened, coming to a stop, revealing a dark room.
Flick. Flick. Flick.
Torches began to ignite, one by one, slowly brightening the room. By the time it came to a stop, the entire area was bathed in light.
In formatted rows stood gigantic statues of Hagan, each over 30 feet tall. The walls were ancient and filled with writing from an unknown language.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.
At the end stood a display holding Hagan’s spear… and an unknown orange glowing rock.
At its center stood Khal’s real goal—Hagan’s grave.
“Let’s go,” Khal spoke, breaking the tense silence, entering the tomb.
Merl followed behind. Pat jumped up onto Khal’s leg, holding on with his ray’s suction cups.
FWOOSH!
The cold air flowing from inside blew at them with force, sending chills down Khal’s spine.





Cold Resistance Acquired!




Cold Resistance +1
Cold Resistance +1
Cold Resistance +1









Khal pushed through the icy winds. Pat crawled behind his leg, and Merlin walked just behind him.
The cold air subsided, leaving behind a lingering chill.
“The cold here is supposed to keep my master’s body from decomposing. Though he was an Ascension 3, level 90, after a few thousand years, his body was eventually going to start breaking down—so this slows the process,” Pat explained, climbing up towards Khal’s shoulder.
Merlin’s eyes brightened with curiosity.
“So what you’re saying is… the tomb master’s body is still completely intact?” she asked.
Pat jumped up onto Khal’s shoulder, taking a deep breath before exhaling.
“Well, not exactly. To slow the decomposition, I drained all the blood and replaced it with a substance that rapidly lowers body temperature.”
“Oh…” Merlin’s expression sank with sadness.
Khal glanced behind him for a split second to check on Merlin, his face becoming serious.
“Hey, Pat. Tell me—were there any survivors from the previous people that sought out Hagan’s inheritance? Excluding those that touched the throne, of course.”
Pat placed his ray under his eye, thinking.
“Not that I can think of. I’m pretty sure I killed them all.”
…Was I just being paranoid? Khal thought.
“Oh yeah—there was one.”
Khal stopped in his tracks, his expression grim.
“Pat, I want you to listen closely and recall everything you can about that day.”
Pat picked up on Khal’s tone and lowered his voice, becoming serious.
“It was around four years ago. I remember thinking everyone was dead, so I reopened the entrance. Some guy ran out. I figured it wasn’t a big deal… but now that I think about it, once every year since then, people in knight armor have been showing up.”
Khal snuck a peek at Merlin from behind, his eyes glowing with intent.
“Hey Merl… how exactly did you come by the map to this place, if everyone who knew about it is dead?”
Merlin stared at the ground for a few moments, then looked into Khal’s eyes.
“...I’m sorry… I don’t have a choice.”
FWOOSH!
A dark streak shot toward Khal. Sensing the murderous intent, he quickly raised his hand in an attempt to stop it.
SPLECK!
 




Cellular Regeneration +1
Cellular Regeneration +1





It was a blade—shrouded in darkness—wielded by a shadowy figure. Its entire body was cloaked in shadows, concealing its identity.
Blood dripped from Khal’s hand, which was now gripping the blade.
I didn’t sense this person at all... Danger Sense didn’t even activate. If it weren’t for my reflexes, I’d be dead right now.
Khal clenched his jaw, rage building inside him.
Shadow Knight… There’s only one knight family in Raven City that blessing get’s passed down through… The Leywin Knight family.
Khal tightened his grip on the blade and, using all his strength, swung the shadowy figure into the air, aiming to slam it into the ground.
FWOOSH!
The blade phased through Khal’s hand, slipping free from his grasp. The figure darted off toward hagan’s grave, jumping on top of it.
Bu-dum
Khal felt a tight pressure in his chest. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest as his body shook and sweat poured down.





New Form Of Poison Resistance Acquired!




C7W11 Resist +1
C7W11 Resist +1
C7W11 Resist +1
C7W11 Resist +1









Poison… Khal, clenched his jaw, struggling to move.
PURPLE LIGHTING[☈]
PZZT–BOOM!
Merl’s attack struck Khal in the back, sending him crashing into Hagan’s grave.





Shock Resistance Acquired!




Shock Resist! +1
Shock Resist! +1








 
The dust settled. Khal slumped against Hagan’s grave, his head tilted back toward the ceiling. Despite the impact, the grave itself remained completely untouched.
The shadowy figure stepped forward, looking down at Khal. Part of the darkness peeled away, revealing a smug smile—eyes gleaming with satisfaction.