Sonja grinned at him when he related the news of his discovery. It made perfect sense given the situation. Branwen did not seem to understand what all the excitement was about, at least not until Blackthorne clued her in a bit about his backstory.

A certain sparkle came to her eyes as she learned the truth. She tried to speak but realized her mistake. Instead, she broadcasted her thoughts. “I too would enjoy seeing this holy site.”

“Holy site? We’re just going to rummage around in my poop to see if there’s treasure,” said Blackthorne.

Her thoughts practically hummed with praise. “It is the site of the first growth! Do you not understand how important its location will be, should we locate the other dragons that you know to exist?”

Blackthorne understood her words to some extent, but it was hard for him not to laugh. She literally wanted to proclaim the site where he crapped out treasure to be a holy site. The thought was ludicrous, but at the same time he could see how even humans would react the same.

He could not help but let silly words stream through his thoughts. “lo’ on this day did the lord take a righteous poo, and within the aromatic confines of that poo therein lay a miraculous treasure of immense power. This blessing upon the world inflamed the hearts of men just as it once had inflamed the bowels of our dark messiah. Amen.”

It was true. If he found a good treasure in his leftovers, such a thing would probably have started wars on Earth. They might even claim the day of his pooping to be a religious holiday celebrated across the world.

This of course led him further down a mental tangent. Did Jesus poop? If he did, was there someone in every city who would swoop in and claim that poop only to attempt to sell it in the market? One would think that the stool of the son of god would be an amazing fertilizer. Yet, for some reason nothing was ever mentioned about it. The dude’s spit could heal the blind. Surely his excrement would make the flowers grow.

For some reason, the idea that people literally tried to sell the freshly lain poo of the Christian Messiah made him grin like an idiot. It had to have happened! If nothing else there were kinky people back in the day. Someone. Somewhere. There had to be an instance of someone collecting his poop for personal reasons.

“Damned Vatican. They’re holding out on us,” he mumbled.

“Lord?” asked Branwen.

He shook his head. “Sorry. I was lost in thought for a moment.”

Internally, however, he chuckled once more. If there was indeed a hell, and he was not sure that there was given what he had learned, he would no doubt go there at some point for his thoughts.

“Anyway,” he said. Blackthorne smiled at Branwen then looked to Sonja. “Do you still want to try to go see it yourself or is it fine if I just root around and collect everything. I’m not even sure if we can dig down into the chamber.”

“I would like to go, but things have changed,” said Sonja. “We can’t really stay here for too long.”

Blackthorne heard the words that Sonja spoke, but her expression seemed a little off. Branwen also seemed to be a bit saddened. From her body language it was clear that she wished to see the holy dump site.

He considered the situation for a moment then looked toward the tomb. His eyes narrowed slowly. “We still have those pickaxes, right?”

“Yes. Why?” asked Sonja.

He cracked his knuckles then said, “Well. We can go test something out after we rest a bit. If it works, then we would be able to get into the underground at least.”

They discussed the situation further then rested for a while. As night fell on the world a zombie would occasionally spawn and come for them, but it was a rare event. Branwen handled it mostly as she was strong enough to slay one with only a few strikes to the head.

After they recovered their life force and the enchanted weapons were passed around, the trio re-entered the tomb. No ghosts or zombies met them in the first room, a sign that they had truly cleared the trap.

He summoned out his wisp friend, an event that he had informed them would happen but still proved unnerving to the girls. Sonja eyed the wisp carefully. Branwen gazed in reverence, as this was another sign of her lord’s mastery over the abyss.

“Hey wispy. Been a while,” he said cheerfully.

The vaguely feminine specter giggled softly then danced around the area. Her eldritch glow cast light on the darkened interior of the tomb and allowed them to see. They also each mounted a torch stone on their heads with woven braids of grass that he had crafted for that purpose. The lighting was not perfect, but everyone could see clearly.

Darkness was not a concern for Blackthorne either way, but Sonja was not quite as capable. Branwen’s night vision, while superior to a human, was not on his level.

They walked down the stairs to the second floor of the tomb. The catacombs underneath the tomb were proven to be similar to a maze. The walls of the catacomb were honeycombed with holes. Inside those holes were the skeletal remains of people long dead.

“Wispy. Search ahead a bit, please,” said Blackthorne.

The wisp twirled in place then floated down the corridor. She soon returned, but behind her came several trotting figures. Most of them were armored zombies similar to the ones on the first floor, but with them came a naked albino creature with yelloweyes and shark-like fangs.

Weapons ready, they moved forward to a point where the corridor narrowed. Wispy flew past them and the trio formed a bottleneck that force the monsters to only come after them two or three at a time.

The only magic used was the magic of the enchantments in their blades. Even so, they made short work of the creatures. Even the albino zombie, something called a greater zombie, proved to be of no consequence. While it seemed to be smarter and stronger than its dead brethren, it was simply outclassed in every way.

Given their levels, had they been human it would have been incredibly difficult to progress in the underground area. Frequent zombie attacks that included over a dozen of them at a time were a common event.

Ghosts did not popup on the second floor, but that was the only blessing. Their enchantments ran out frequently, and after a few hours even Blackthorne needed to take another break.

The second floor was clear at that point, but the occasional zombie did spawn in the area. Along the way they had easily taken down over two hundred of the things. Sonja had even gained a level out of the ordeal.

Piles of loot had been dragged out to mark their exit root. They would need to claim it on the way out and would spend the night hunting in the tomb. Branwen did not need to sleep for a while, as apparently a few hours per week was all that she needed. So, she would stand guard over them when they returned to Earth.

“You weren’t kidding about most of the loot being seen as trash,” said Blackthorne to Sonja. He offered her a smile then looked down at the small sack of useful items. There were a few coins, and a couple of pieces of armor that seemed worthwhile to carry around. Otherwise everything else had been synergy fodder. It would do wonders for his skill levels, and they would have all the raw materials that they would need for him to try to make higher grade equipment.