When Lin Kong ascended to the fourth floor, he discovered the scattered skeletons were gone. In their place, lying on the ground and leaning against the walls, were desiccated husks—mummies of the Human Race.
'Are these... not completely dead?'
He focused his senses and discovered that the mummies still faintly held a trace of life. This meant they weren't truly dead. Still, from the looks of them, they might as well be.
'Poor things.'
Lin Kong walked over to one of the mummies and touched it. Sensing the minuscule life force within, he sighed.
He then cast a Healing Magic spell on the mummy.
The life force within the mummy gradually began to recover. But before the spell's effects could fade, both the life force and the Magical Energy flowed toward the mummy's back and vanished.
'Huh? Why did it all flow to its back?'
Lin Kong had been using his spiritual vision the whole time, so he had naturally seen the direction the life force and the Magic had drained away.
