The thing that intrigued Sin the most about the large golem's description was the title of the building behind it.
"Spirit Vault huh? Does that mean its filled with Spirits? And a vault assumes its being protected from getting stolen or something... which means that they can get stolen." Sin muttered all of this under his breath as he faced the golem before him.
Mournhold raised his right arm to the side. Streaks of wind were pulled into his palm, materializing into a massive iron spear.
"Leave this place." A voice boomed from what felt like the floor itself.
Mournhold didn't open his mouth or even make any sudden moves.
"Sorry bud, but I don't think I have much of a choice." Sin kind of laughed off the Spirit's words.
After all, his system had brought him here for a reason.
The golem responded with a resonating voice that echoed throughout the realm:
"You are not welcome here... and will only face death."
