I shouldn't have opened the chest. It was filled with horror and destruction beyond my imagination.

It was only a happenstance that I found a chest today. The chest was unnaturally cold to my touch, which reminded me of every creepy rumor that I heard about chests with relics.

"People who touched the chest pass out right on the spot," "A man just looked at the chest, and killed himself after suffering from horrible nightmares," "A soldier who opened a chest went mad, and attacked his comrades." But no, these were only rumors. Rumors didn't scare me.

So I decided to open the chest. If there really was a relic inside, Kazar would have rewarded me well. But when I opened the chest, strange mana surrounded me and whispered into my ears.

"Thou who shall have the power... Come to me... Wake me..." I was terrified, but I tried to calm myself saying that it was a hallucination that my mind created.

Then a thick dark fog from the chest surrounded me. I saw a vision of a man with a blank look. As he approached me, my heart began to race.

Amidst the suffocating fear, I asked myself a question. What was Kazar looking for? What power did the relic had? Then I blacked out.

When I woke up, I was sitting at my own camp. My friends say that I was dreaming, but I know that is not the case. Because I still hear the voice.