The group carefully felt their way forward through the mysterious ruins, every step feeling as though they were treading on the edge of an unknown abyss, their heartstrings taut. The surroundings were permeated with an ancient and decaying aura, as if recounting the vicissitudes of time and sealed-off past events.
Suddenly, a low roar like a muffled thunderclap rang out abruptly from the deep darkness. The rolling sound waves caused the entire ruins to tremble slightly. The group's hearts shrank violently, a chill shooting straight from their spines to their scalps. They involuntarily tightened their grips on their weapons, gazing with terrified yet resolute eyes toward the direction from which the sound came.
A colossal figure, as majestic as a mountain, slowly materialized from the dark curtain. It was the Guardian of the ruins, stepping forth as if from an ancient nightmare, carrying boundless majesty and terror. Its massive body resembled a moving fortress, every inch of it exuding a bone-chilling sense of oppression. The Guardian's skin was covered in a layer of impenetrable scales that gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the dim light, looking as though it were forged from refined steel or cold iron. Its dual eyes, burning with raging fury, were like two scorching suns, emitting light that seemed capable of incinerating everything to ashes.
Chapter 118