In the next few days, several more treasure-snatching incidents happened yet again.
Somewhere in the wild forest, an ancient human skeleton was sitting on an ancient altar. It had held together for thousands of years. No matter the weather, it never scattered. Withered it may be, but eternal all the same. It gazed into the distance, its empty eyes lit with a dim fire. Apparently, it had been there since Phantom Land first opened. The altar had already deteriorated, but the skeleton had mysteriously remained intact, as though frozen in time.
Every time Phantom Land opened, people would surround it and pray. There were even some that wanted to have it.
Until that day, a young outland boy swiped the skeleton away and disappeared into the woods.
Five men and women were chased by
