In the Deathhowl Crypt, there was a lone figure lying at rest at the center of an altar.
Its breathing was shallow, and it tried to wake up but couldn't, its claws scraping against the stone below. It was unable to lift, trembling under the weight of its own frame. It appeared its body was spent since its aura, once sharp and eerie with death energy, now flickered like a candle at the end of its life.
The gaping mouth of this chamber allowed a cold breeze to settle inside. Surrounding this figure were a lot of bones scattered around, those who had failed to make it to the next line.
Rather than a place of improvement, it truly seemed to be a tomb as its name described.
It was a burial site, the final resting place for failed evolutions.
The figure at the center of the altar was none other than Nadia.
Years ago, she entered the Deathhowl Crypt, dragging her claws as she passed through the obstacles to get there.
