The three of them who passed the trial to qualify for the last trial slumber as their eyes closed.
Kritis lay there with his eyes closed. As the rumbling filled the sky, he lost consciousness.
However, it was at this moment that a white-robed man appeared, standing in exactly the same spot where Kritos had just been standing.
The man's hair was disheveled, and his long white robe was spattered with bloodstains. His hair covered his face, making it impossible to see his facial features. The only thing that was possible to distinguish was that he looked like someone who ruled above everyone, a King.
As the wind blew, his hair lifted up a bit, revealing two ancient eyes filled with both perplexity and regret.
A mysterious aura that rose up from him seemed to fuse with that of the entire legacy tomb, making it impossible to distinguish between the two.