Five days had passed since Darian's departure.
Maeyu was in a remote area, climbing back up from a ravine. Her expression was filled with disbelief and excitement. When she reached the top, she took a small dagger with a violet blade out of her spatial ring.
She took a deep breath and activated the core technique of her clan. In that very second, the dagger reacted and began pulsing with a frightening violet light.
Her heart started pounding like a wild drum.
She was sure. That dagger had belonged to a very, very powerful ancestor of her clan, someone who had died in that terrifying battle.
Darian had given her the location of this treasure, along with some information: the person who found it said they had only felt an abnormal surge of power in that ravine, which disappeared in less than three seconds. However, after searching for several days, they found nothing.
Since this place was the closest, she came to check it first.
