Seeing a door inside the colossal skeleton was unusual.
But neither of them questioned it.
"It's chilly here," Noa stated. "And quiet."
The room was dimly illuminated, adding a magical and mysterious feeling to the scene.
A faint smell of burning wood and heavy echoes caught Noa's attention.
He saw a small altar, waiting for sacrifices.
It had an ancient feeling, and the sharp scent of blood revealed a ritual yet to be completed.
Cold sweat coated Noa's back.
But his eyes flicked with excitement.
Instead of going back and retreating from the impending danger, Noa quickened his pace.
As he approached the echoing sounds, Arthur followed him behind, rapidly catching up to him.
"Is it really safe?" he asked, the grip on his sword never wavering.
Noa nodded.
'For me at least,' he thought, smiling.
They both took each step thoroughly, hiding their sounds.
However, it was impossible to escape the radar of the glorious demon king.
