Max and his teammates moved silently through the massive, glowing chamber. The air was thick with the scent of sulfur and a musky, almost metallic tang that clung to their nostrils like a persistent memory. The ceiling above them glistened with a sheen of moisture, studded with sharp, jagged shards of rock and clinging moss.
Towering piles of gold, silver coins, shimmering gems, crystals, and artifacts lay scattered across the floor, alongside various kinds of weapons. Their surfaces, though dulled by time and neglect, still pulsed with a bright light, reflecting an ethereal glow that suffused the space.
Elena let out a shuddering breath. Though she came from a rich family, nothing could have prepared her for something like this.
"What a sight..."
She whispered, her voice barely audible.
Jenny felt the same. Austin reached out to touch a particularly dazzling ruby, but Max's hand clamped down on his arm. He hissed, his voice low and urgent.
