Sleeping Beauty

Tomislav stepped out of the carriage, followed by Berb and a groggy Christin.

The two Viscounts too approached them, but there was no hint of the 3 Recordless. Sharing no words, they all looked at the massive tombstone, trying to replace the sky. At its foot, just a few hundred meters away from the group, was a chasm.

A chasm so big and deep that one could hardly see its edges on left and right, or its depth.

It was like someone had dug up a grave, but forgot to stop shoveling and kept going on. For it was no doubt that what they were looking at was indeed a grave. The only question that had puzzled the historians and sages was, whose grave was it?

"So this is the famous Tomb?"

Tomislav heard Viscount Trifon's remark and nodded his head. The silence and eerie feeling that was coming out of the chasm was already loud enough.

"Will this be your first time going through a Natural Teleportation Point, My Lord?"