Lynn, following Rhein's instructions, arrived at the door of the containment room at the end of the corridor.
It seemed no one had visited this place in a long while, as the doorknob was coated in a thick layer of dust.
One could guess why with just a thought.
If it weren't for the intense danger and uncontrollability, there was absolutely no need to hide it in such a secluded corner.
Lynn didn't hesitate and pushed the door open directly.
The next second, the situation inside the containment room was immediately visible.
Lynn couldn't help but pause.
Perhaps due to the contained item itself not being large, the entire room was only about ten square meters or so, appearing quite cramped.
Even so, a table still occupied the already small room.
A rustic wooden box the size of a palm lay quietly on the table, its rough surface engraved with strange patterns and even some mottled bloodstains.
Of course, these weren't the focal point.