"Buzz... buzz... buzz..."
In the cave, at first, there were only faint and barely audible sounds of friction, but gradually the sounds began to change;
The sound grew stronger and stronger, developing into a resonance that continuously echoed in the depths of the mountain, as if a long-silenced grand curtain was being slowly drawn open. Dust carrying the scent of ancient times began to disperse, and the rust on swords slowly started to fall away, awaiting the return of their masters!
The cave was almost sealed, with few gaps for wind to enter. Yet now, deep in the mountain, gusts of ominous wind began to blow. The wind spun into a vortex, causing the underground stream within the cave to freeze, and a layer of frost appeared on the surrounding rock walls.
This mountain was known to the local indigenous people as "Karul," which means "sarcophagus" in their language, specifically one used for noble burials.
