The clear and joyful flute sound pierced through the thick stone walls, echoed in the pitch-black chamber along with the distinct rhythm of orderly drumbeats. Xiulote sat up and listened intently, while the little green snake wobbled with his movements, faintly harmonizing with the ancient chants of the priests.
After a while, the little green snake swiftly slithered across his chest, its cool tail sweeping over his neck, and then mysteriously vanished. Xiulote then lifted his head and looked toward the direction of the door. As expected, moments later, the stone door rumbled open.
In the faint candlelight, the elder nodded at him. He glanced at the pale yellow potion on the ground, then at the unharmed youth, before turning and walking away. Xiulote quickly stood and followed the elder. The Guard Captain effortlessly applied force and closed the heavy stone door. The three of them then headed towards the palace's summit.