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Mark gently placed Albert on a flat stone and put a cloak on him.

"Wait for me here, I'll be back soon." Mark's tone was steady, but he couldn't hide the worry between his brows.

Albert nodded weakly, his lips were cracked and pale as paper. The moonlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on his face, making him look even weaker. The surrounding trees rustled in the night wind, like whispers and sighs.

Mark turned and entered the deep cave again. The cave was cold and damp, and the air was filled with a suffocating musty smell and a faint smell of blood, which was the trace left by the giant beast before. Mark lit a torch and carefully searched every corner of the cave with the weak light. The light jumped and reflected on his angular face, his eyes were firm and sharp.

The depths of the cave were dark, like the throat of a giant beast, waiting to devour all creatures who dared to approach. The gravel was everywhere, telling the story of the thrilling battle before.

He walked forward along the winding passage of the cave, and his footsteps made a creaking sound on the gravel, which was particularly clear in the silent cave. The stone walls of the cave were covered with strange lines, like some ancient text, or some mysterious patterns.

Mark stopped from time to time and touched these lines with his hands, trying to find some clues from them.

After walking for a distance, Mark found a hidden stone chamber deep in the cave. The entrance of the stone chamber was very narrow, almost integrated with the surrounding stone walls. It was difficult to find without careful observation.

Mark squeezed into the stone chamber sideways, and a more gloomy breath came to his face, making him shudder. In the center of the stone chamber was a stone platform, which was carved from a whole piece of black stone. The surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the faint light of the torch.

There was nothing on the stone platform, only the bottom of the stone platform, engraved with complex runes, these runes are similar to the patterns on the cave walls, but more complicated and more mysterious.

The walls of the stone room are also engraved with similar runes, flickering with a faint light, as if breathing. Mark looked around, his eyes lingering in every corner of the stone room, trying to find some clues. He noticed the complex runes engraved on the bottom of the stone platform, these runes emit a faint light, like the stars in the night sky, mysterious and profound. He tried to activate the runes with energy. He took a deep breath, pressed his palm on the rune, and slowly released the energy in his body.

As the energy was injected, the light of the rune gradually increased, and the whole stone room was shrouded in a layer of faint golden light. The stone platform emitted a dazzling light, and the light pierced Mark's eyes so hard that he could hardly open his eyes. He subconsciously took a step back and covered his eyes with his hands. The light lasted for a moment, and then slowly dissipated.

When Mark opened his eyes again, he saw a fragment on the stone platform. The fragment was crystal clear and emitted a soft light, exactly the same as the replica of the holy stone fragment before.

Mark picked up the fragment and looked at it carefully. The shape, size, color, and even the texture on the fragment were exactly the same as the previous fragment. Mark tried to absorb the energy of this fragment, but his body still rejected the energy of this replica.

He put the fragment into his pocket and prepared to take it out for Albert to check. Just then, he noticed that there were fresh footprints at the entrance of the cave. These footprints were very shallow, and it would be difficult to find them if Mark hadn't observed carefully. The shape of the footprints was similar to that of human footprints, but slightly smaller and sharper.

Mark swept his eyes across the entrance of the cave, trying to find the owner of the footprints. The entrance of the cave was pitch black and nothing could be seen clearly. He walked lightly and sneaked towards the cave entrance. Every step was taken with extreme caution, for fear of making any sound and alarming the unknown creatures in the cave. The cave was silent, with only Mark's gentle breathing and heartbeat echoing.