In one swift motion, he lifted the chest, its weight heavier than expected. His movements remained controlled, careful not to disturb anything else.
He swore himself not to pocket anything inside no matter what. Just a little peek inside and he will return it to its exact spot.
After taking another glance at the sleeping woman, Kael vanished into the night.
Kael stood in the moonlit clearing, the wooden chest resting on a flat rock before him. The residential areas were far away, and only the rustling of wild plants and the occasional chirp of nocturnal creatures accompanied him.
He exhaled slowly, stretching his fingers before placing them on the chest. A faint glow of mana spread from his hands, sensing the enchantment woven into the wood.
It wasn't particularly strong.
With precise control, Kael manipulated his mana to unravel the spell, carefully dismantling its structure. The resistance was minimal, and within moments, the magic crumbled like sand slipping through fingers.
