My name is Bal, a professor of archaeology at Miner University, specializing in ancient history before the Great Catastrophe.
Rumor has it that scholars researching the Great Catastrophe often encounter bizarre events, witness unimaginable scenes, and suffer inexplicable attacks. The news of my colleagues' deaths or disappearances further fuels these rumors.
In the past, I always dismissed these with a sneer.
The Great Catastrophe is an obscure field, and people often shroud unfamiliar things with mystery. Coupled with the sensationalism of unscrupulous tabloids, a subject like Curse Studies, claiming whoever touches it dies, emerged.
But today, I had to put aside the confidence brought by my education and face reality.
Perhaps, the rumors about the Great Catastrophe are true.
"Huff—huff—huff—"
I panted heavily, hiding in a hollow at the base of a hill, trying my best to keep my body concealed.
