[The Grave Robbers' Chronicles] Thirty-Three Dreams of the Fleeting World

Long ago, I made a promise to my childhood friend. Then I forgot every word of it.

I clung to the secrets of the past, from the ancient tomb beneath the sea to the Heavenly Palace above the clouds.

I met someone whose expression was unreadable behind his sunglasses.

I thought everything had finally settled.

Eight years apart.

On a rainy day that seemed to go on forever, a letter arrived unannounced.

A plane ticket for the next day slipped out.

Was this the beginning of another pursuit?