After several minutes of silent searching, Damien's efforts were finally rewarded.
Beneath a false slab of stone flooring, he discovered a concealed chamber. The moment he pried it open, a cool rush of stale air greeted him—air that hadn't seen the light of day in decades, maybe centuries.
Inside the hidden vault were a series of large, iron-forged boxes, their surfaces etched with faint elemental sigils and sealed tightly with complex locking mechanisms.
Each box radiated a faint chill—crafted with precision from Cold Frost Iron, a rare mineral found only in the ancient open-pit mines of Dreamy Sky City.
Damien's eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
Without a second thought, he summoned Epoch Breaker into his hands, the smooth, black barrel of the gun pulsing slightly as if responding to his intent.
One by one, he cleaved open the boxes, the sharp clang of ruptured locks echoing in the chamber like distant thunder.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
