Back in the present, Jian Gang sat across from Alex, the campfire's faint glow casting flickering shadows across their faces. The quiet of the night was punctuated only by the occasional crackle of burning wood. Jian Gang had just finished recounting his story about the war with the Laury Kingdom and the harrowing events at the Heart of Obsidian.
Alex leaned back slightly, stroking his chin thoughtfully as if trying to piece together a complex puzzle. "Hmm… so that's why the tomb was so easy that time," he murmured, almost to himself.
Jian Gang raised an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "Oh? You've been there?" he asked, his tone edged with mild surprise.
Alex nodded, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Yeah, I went there once. It was with a girl—Maya. Turns out, it's actually her family's tomb."
Jian's expression darkened slightly, though his tone remained even. "Maya's family tomb, huh? And you just… walked in?"
