After satisfying their curiosity about the dinosaur people's murals, the young man and the small yellow cat exchanged silent glances. With a quick, mutual nod, they began their work.
Vlad drew his sword, channeling a faint aura of dark energy along its blade, while Jormungandr conjured a thin plasma edge in his paw. Without wasting any further time, they approached the towering stone pillars lining the main hall, and after making sure there were no runic traps, they began to work.
It was clear that the pillars themselves were made of exceptionally valuable stone that could fetch an excellent price back at the Golden Sky Fortress.
Since there were no living Dino People left to preserve their cultural heritage, neither Vlad nor Jormungandr felt any hesitation in dismantling these artifacts. Their logic was straightforward: to them, these pillars were resources—and resources were there to be claimed.
