The treasure that appeared before Sylas was a piece of unrefined ore. It looked uninteresting, unadorned, and if one had weak Will, just walking past it on the side of the road wouldn't have roused any interest outside of a slight, dull, coppery reflecting rainbow on it.
It wasn't a true rainbow, just more like the color one might see if you left a thin film of aluminum out in the sun for too long, or maybe tried to burn it with a dirty fire.
The ore was very light, and oddly… balanced. No matter how Sylas held it, turned it over in his hand, or flipped it, it seemed to be able to remain on that tip or point without fluctuation near instantly.
If a basketball was made out of such a material, even a newborn baby would have been able to spin it on their fingers without a single hint of issue.
Sylas recognized this ore. It was Metarock, the most valuable ore in maybe all of existence for its capabilities.
