Whoosh——
Apart from witchcraft traps, there were no physical traps like poison arrows or strong acid, but a powerful Spiritual Wind swept out from the bronze box.
The lifelike green Spiritual Light, the vividly red Spiritual Light, and the warm, thick yellow Spiritual Light spread out rapidly, filling the entire stone cavern.
In Aiven's eyes, the stone walls, the roof of the cave, and even the ground beneath his feet were slowly disappearing, replaced by endless dark clouds and a roaring sea.
"What is this...?"
Rumble——!
A thunderclap, as if splitting the sky and earth open, exploded in his ears.
Even though the sensation under his feet told Aiven that he hadn't actually left the cavern, he dared not move from his spot.
Because, from his elevated perspective, all around him was a raging storm, towering waves; the storm the "Conch" once faced seemed like child's play in comparison.
Innocent and harmless!