Looking at the mask in his hand, which was made of gold and painted with white or black oil paint around his eyes and face, Lumian decisively put it on his face.

The cold sensation quickly soaked into his skin, and the heaviness of the gold was unusually real.

Lumian's head froze, and he looked through the mask to the entrance of the black tomb, to the end of the river of dead silence that had mostly faded.

This time, he finally saw a glimpse

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