He sat for a long time, now staring at the desk piled high with dense blueprints, a sharp pain piercing his mind...
Lately, his "Spirit Sea" seemed to have some anomalies, with sharp forces occasionally impacting his mind.
He shouldn't stay up late.
Otherwise, his head would feel as if filled with thousands of fine needles, aching unbearably, impossible to relieve.
"It's time to rest..."
Tomb Ghost rubbed his brow, let out a big yawn, lay down on the bed, and pulled up the covers.
The moment he closed his eyes.
In the darkness, it was as if a sudden light appeared.
["Master!"]
He seemed to return to the scene from half a year ago, where the giant kneeled and exerted all his strength, trying to pull out the sky-reaching Sword in the Stone, ultimately failing.
Countless blood cascaded down from high above.
The angry roars incomprehensible to outsiders.
He understood them.
["Pull it out..."]
