In the center of the altar, golden light slowly gathered, gradually forming the figure of an old man. His face was obscured, but the faint outlines of his features and deep wrinkles could still be made out.
The whole thing looked like a 3D hologram.
"I… am the master of this Forbidden Zone," the old man said, his voice echoing with a strange resonance.
"Ohhh~~~" Ethan dragged out the sound, a smirk tugging at his lips. Bingo. Found you.
"You can think of this place as my tomb," the old man continued. "I died countless years ago. But through certain… special means, I managed to preserve my consciousness."
Ethan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Just like PhD had theorized—this guy was definitely from some ancient civilization. One so old, there wasn't a single confirmed record of it in any known history.
