Staring at the dense array of jars in front of him, Tami fell into deep thought.
"Just a slight touch shouldn't..."
He merely poked the jar in front of him, and at the sound of a bang, the jar shattered into pieces on the ground, scaring him into a jump backward.
It's that fragile!
Is it due to the ravages of time or the poor craftsmanship of the Casas?
Usually, such a war-mongering nation would neglect the production of daily items like jars and such.
"What am I even thinking about!" Tami held his head. Luckily the jar he shattered was empty, but would he be so fortunate next time?
"Isn't there another way to go?"
He wandered around, only to find there really was no other way forward, they had to pass through the cluster of jars to keep moving.
"Why place these things in a tomb, did the ancients hope they'd still play games after death?"
Sweat dripped from Tami's forehead as he forced himself to make a joke, attempting to relieve his stress.
