The thick stench of rot and death, so strong it almost felt solid, crashed into their senses like a tidal wave.
"Ugh…"
Cheryl's face turned pale. She quickly covered her mouth and nose, forcing down the nausea rising in her stomach.
Rainn's beautiful face also lost all color in an instant.
Her delicate body trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
"These… were all the people who guarded the treasure back then?"
She took a difficult step forward, walked to a relatively well-preserved Miko corpse, and crouched down.
A strange dagger, black as ink, was stuck deep in the corpse's chest.
Even now, the blade of the dagger still glowed with a dark green poisonous light.
Rainn's pupils suddenly shrank, and her voice trembled.
"This is a weapon made for assassination!"
"They weren't killed by traps."
Aiden's cold voice came calmly from not far away.
