Chapitre 1421: The Hideout

The hideout was hidden deep within a desolate canyon, its entrance concealed behind a cascading waterfall that shimmered faintly in the twilight. 

Neron marveled at how well-hidden the place was as he and Lilith stepped inside. 

The air was cooler here, and faint echoes of dripping water filled the cavernous space. After walking down a narrow corridor, they arrived in a large, dimly lit chamber lined with towering shelves that seemed to stretch endlessly. 

Ancient tomes, scrolls, and relics of all shapes and sizes filled the room, each exuding an aura of mystery and power.

"This," Lilith said, her voice low with reverence, "is the last repository of the Great Sage's work."

Neron's breath caught as his eyes darted from one artifact to another. His fingers twitched with the urge to reach out and explore, but he refrained, sensing the weight of history pressing down on him.

"Lewis Griffith…" Neron murmured. "He really left all this behind?"