After escaping that abnormal space, the group walked through a long corridor, but this time they didn't retrace their steps. Eventually, they arrived in a room that seemed to be a resting room for the Tomb Guardian. At the far end of the room stood a ten-foot-high statue, depicting a skeletal Divine Envoy wearing a hooded cloak, holding a giant, empty stone urn.
According to what the two ghostly guards had previously said, they needed to offer blood to open the Stone Gate.
"Friends, we seem to have a problem." Bruto tiptoed, peering into the stone urn, "This basin seems a bit too big, even if you slaughter me, you can't possibly fill it up..."
"Looks like you don't understand your own body well enough." Lancelot shook his head gently, "However, we don't need to use our own blood..."
"Then whose do we use? The enemies here are all Zombies and skeletons, we can't use them like before..."
