Due to the ways of Cultivation, Dasha Pang could not simply manifest a prosthetic made of Qi. Cultivation permanently changed the inner workings of Qi manipulation and control.
So he walked with one leg and black blood drooling from his gauntlets. He walked up the stairs and past where Khamose first stood. He had been protecting something.
At the top of the stairs, attached to the wall was a brown stone tablet. Magical hieroglyphics were written. A seal.
'The hieroglyphics…ancient and advanced. Breaking this will be impossible, at least for someone like me.'
He suddenly thought about the Anti-Magic Swordsman. She could probably do it. Alas, she was not here. He wasn't able to do accurate long-distance Qi Sense due to the rampaging Qi of Mehen. However, he suspected she was far, far down.
With a deep, rattling breath, Dasha clenched his fists.
Then he punched.
CRACK!
The stone shuddered under the force of his strike. Dust rained down, but the seal held.
