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Solomon spent a long time exploring the silent tombs. He inspected the grandest marble sarcophagi, running his fingers over the carved names. He knocked his knuckles against the thick stone pillars, listening for hollow echoes that might indicate hidden compartments.

He stared up at the vaulted ceiling, searching for hidden levers or hanging chains. He checked for any strange markings, out-of-place riddles, or unusual architectural discrepancies among the graves.

After wandering the aisles for a while, he finally spotted something strange on the far left wall of the chamber.

He passed through the narrow corridors between the tombs and stood directly in front of the stone masonry. He inspected the wall closely, running his hands over the cold rock. Nothing seemed strange up close. It looked exactly like a normal, solid stone wall.

"Am I just losing my mind?" Solomon muttered, rubbing his eyes. He turned around and walked back down the aisle.

But when he glanced back over his shoulder at the exact same wall, it seemed completely out of place again. The stonework looked slightly distorted, as if a section of the masonry was blurred.

He raised an eyebrow and marched right back to it. Once again, standing directly in front of the wall, everything looked perfectly normal.

Solomon’s face twitched in genuine annoyance. "If I was not currently buried deep underground with a prince waiting outside, I would have just used the same attack I hit that snow serpent with and blown this entire palace wide open."

He let out a frustrated sigh, walked back down the aisle, and continued glancing over his shoulder again and again. He got distracted for a split second by a crumbling statue. When he looked back, the wall had changed again.

As expected, the moment he walked closer, the distortion vanished.

"It is an optical illusion tied to a specific vantage point," Solomon deduced.

This time, Solomon decided to walk backward while keeping his eyes locked entirely on the wall. He slowly retreated down the aisle. Just as he crossed the threshold of a specific, crumbling pillar, the wall distorted.

He took a step further back to see if the illusion would change or vanish, but nothing happened. He then took a single step forward, crossing back past the pillar. He took a few more slow steps. This time, the wall remained changed.

The optical illusion held its distorted form.

He walked closer and closer until he stood directly in front of the masonry. The wall still looked entirely different, bearing faint, glowing blue outlines that had been completely invisible before.

However, he still could not figure out how to open it. He knocked his knuckles against the stone. It felt entirely real and solid, just like the other walls.

He crouched down, inspecting the floorboards and the lower masonry. Finally, he spotted a tiny, perfectly square keyhole carved directly into the stone between his boots.

He leaned close and tried to peer through the hole, but it was too dark, and he saw nothing on the other side.

’What should I do now?’ Solomon pondered, standing back up. ’This wall is clearly a hidden door. Should I just smash it to pieces? There is absolutely no way I can find the exact key for this in a massive crypt. It is not like they just left the key lying around on a random grave. Even if I somehow miraculously found the key, there is zero guarantee the mechanical locking mechanism still functions after four hundred years.’

He also considered the possibility that there might be absolutely nothing on the other side, or perhaps just another long, empty secret passage leading nowhere.

Deciding to test the structural integrity, Solomon coated his right fist in dense silver aura. He punched the stone wall with a fraction of his strength, fully expecting the masonry to at least crack or creak under the pressure.

The moment his knuckles made contact, the silver aura dissipated instantly. The force vanished without leaving a single scratch on the stone as the wall completely absorbed the spiritual and physical impact.

Solomon sighed. "I honestly should have expected this to happen. The secret chamber is indestructible."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I will look around for the key for a few minutes. If I cannot find it, I will just give up for today. Since I will be staying in the Eastern Realms for a while, I can always sneak back here later when I have more time."

But the thought of leaving empty-handed after completely clearing a hostile launch site, flattening a cultist base, surviving a spatial rift, killing a regenerating serpent, and dragging a prince through a collapsed basement felt incredibly infuriating.

He quickly changed his mind. "Absolutely not. No matter what happens tonight, I am going to find that crown and eat it."

Solomon retreated from the hidden door and began scanning the massive crypt for the key. Since the door relied on a complex optical illusion triggered by specific vantage points, Solomon focused entirely on that mechanism.

He minded his steps, actively watching the surrounding tombs whenever he walked past a pillar to notice any sudden shifts in the environment. He walked backward, shuffled sideways, and bobbed his head at every conceivable angle.

Eventually, he finally saw it.

There was no physical key sitting on a pedestal, or rather, it was not a traditional key at all.

Several of the largest, most extravagant marble tombs bore strange, uneven markings carved into their lids.

These markings were completely absent from the lesser graves. They were cleverly integrated into the decorative weeping angels and floral patterns, making them entirely invisible unless viewed from a highly specific, tilted angle while standing on a precise floor tile.

The markings were directional pointers. They formed a hidden, connect-the-dots map leading from one massive tomb to another.

Solomon followed the invisible directions. It was a tedious process. If he took a single wrong step, shifted his weight incorrectly, or changed his viewing angle by even a fraction of an inch, the glowing pointers vanished entirely, forcing him to retrace his steps and find the exact activation spot again.

It took him several agonizing minutes of awkward shuffling and craning his neck to follow the trail from one sarcophagus to the next. The final pointer eventually led him to a structure resting at the very back of the crypt.

It was not actually a tomb. It was a small, rectangular stone box resting directly on top of a massive, unmarked granite sarcophagus. At first glance, it simply looked like a decorative urn or a miniature grave marker.

However, upon closer inspection, it was clearly a heavy soapstone lockbox.

Solomon grabbed the edges of the heavy soapstone lid and slid it backward. Inside the dusty box, resting on a bed of rotted velvet, lay a square-shaped iron key.

Solomon let out a heavy sigh of relief. He grabbed the key and made his way straight back to the hidden corridor.

"Using my brain is vastly less efficient than just using strength," Solomon grumbled, staring at the square key. "Perhaps violence is always the correct way to deal with things in the shortest amount of time."

He triggered the pillar illusion to reveal the hidden door, crouched down, and inserted the square iron key into the slot between his boots.

The moment the metal slid into place, the key began turning entirely on its own. Solomon heard the loud, grinding noise of heavy stone gears and ancient mechanisms unlocking from deep within the walls.

Slowly, the indestructible stone wall split down the middle. The heavy slabs ground open, revealing the true, hidden secret chamber waiting in the darkness beyond.

"So..." Solomon raised his brow. "A secret chamber inside a secret Chapter that could only be opened by the royal bloodline. What’s next? A boss monster hiding inside?"

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