End of Beginning

"Master Andras, did you know? In this place there are rules that we may have to obey," said Galam as he looked at the area around him.

He then slowly tried to stand up, seeing what would happen if he did so. Andras, who saw that, tried to stop him by shouting. "Hey! Galam, what are you doing?! You could die if you act recklessly!"

Without listening to Andras' words, Galam continued to act. Galam's gaze showed that he would not die today, in this place. Andras who witnessed it was only stunned and muttered, "That gaze, not the gaze of someone who wants to die."

Calmly, Galam tried to stand up slowly while keeping an eye on any strange events that followed. When he reached a certain height, there was a sound like the first time he was with Galam.

Groo!

That voice made Galam spontaneously look down and lower his body. To be honest, he was really scared to do what he did earlier. Wrong, not only would he fail to get information about this place, he could even die with dozens of swords stuck in his body.

Sweat dripped down Galam's face and body. He was really lucky that he had such strong instincts. And because of that, he was able to find little clues about the place. The sword trap will activate if the trigger of the trap is activated. And the trigger for the trap is if there is the movement of any living thing in that place that exceeds the altitude limit. And according to Galam's hypothesis, the trigger also refers to the meaning of the phrase "offer your prayers" in the stone artifact.

After Galam was sure of what he found, he then immediately told everyone what he thought. "Everyone! Bow quickly to the coffin in front of us!"

"Galam, what are you saying?! Are you crazy?!"

"You mean, I have to worship that old chest?! Do you want to establish a heretical sect for the rest of your life, huh?!"

"Bastard! Enough of being stuck in this place, don't do anything weirder, Galam!"

Everyone shouted towards Galam exclaiming his disapproval. Prostrate in front of a coffin that it's not even clear who is in the coffin? Truly, to them, it was a foolish act that did nothing and would not allow them to get out of that place.

Andras, who was still calm, tried to digest and understand Galam's intentions. He also asked, "Have you found a safety key in this place?"

Galam nodded as he replied, "Yes! I already know the tricks and triggers of the traps we saw earlier." Galam said that with a look full of conviction.

Galam also explained the hypothesis he thought about this place after seeing the writing on the stone artifact. "That trap, triggered by the movement of a living being that moves beyond a certain limit. I don't know how high the limit is that we shouldn't cross, but it'll be safer if we keep our heads down or prostrate."

"This place is a holy place to rest the legends of various places. Offer your prayers for them..." If the meaning of that sentence is according to what I thought, then if we offer our prayer offerings by prostrating ourselves, we can discover one secret of this place and the trap will also not be active," continued Galam.

Andras, who was still a little unsure, again asked Galam a question. "Are you sure? It's not just your instincts, is it?"

Galam himself is also not completely convinced of his theory. But he could be sure that what he said was not just a hunch. "I don't know, but what I said just now wasn't just a hunch."

Andras then smiled and said, "Well, there seems to be no other way than what you said." Then Andras gave orders to the others to follow Galam's words. "Very well, all those who remain, follow what Galam says. Offer your prostration to the legends that are before us."

Feeling that they had no other choice, everyone followed what Galam said. They all ended up prostrating themselves before the many coffins surrounding them. Everyone still had hope that they could get out of that place. But they are not sure that by giving their prostration, their lives will still be fine.

"Are we, just going to duck like this until we get out of this place?" Varos ventured to ask after they had spent a lot of time defending their position.

Shortly after, there was a sound similar to the one they had at the beginning when the trap was active. They all panicked, thinking that their plan failed and now the trap would actively kill them.

Groo!

"Hahaha! Good, bow down you mortals!"

Everyone was surprised when it wasn't a sword that came out of the room's walls, but a deep, resounding sound that filled the room. They couldn't believe what they had just now. No one here was able to create such a sound, not even monsters existed.

However, they also began to realize, that something was not right with this place. How long have they spent in that place? Don't know, all the timers don't work. Many lives had been lost in that forging, they didn't even know how long they had to prostrate.

One of the party members who was getting tired ventured to look around and stood up slowly. "The trap has been deactivated."

Varos, who was still not convinced, denied that person's words. "That's impossible. We don't know when the trap will reactivate. You'd better stay where you are until we are sure that the attacks have stopped."

As if not listening to Varos' words, that person was determined to stand up saying, "Didn't you hear the voice earlier? Doesn't that mean that our prayers are heard by him and we can survive according to the words on the artifact? Are you sure if we don't take this risk, we will still live only by prostrating?"

"Hey hey! What are you doing?!" Varos tried to warn the person. However, everyone was surprised again after the person turned out to be fine, no swords were flying towards him.

"Look, it looks like the attacks have stopped." A happy face appeared on the person's face knowing that the threat was gone. Everyone started to follow what the person was doing and was happy that for now their lives were saved.

"He was right! I managed to live and was able to stand!"

"No more swords flying at our bodies! We're safe!"

"Finally it's over, I can go home!"