Chapter 329: What the Vault Kept
The heavy vault door dragged against the ancient stone floor.
GRIND.
Draven stepped across the boundary and entered the final chamber. He kept his fingers resting against the spatial ring that held his dark blade, anticipating a trap. Final chambers possessed a notoriously treacherous history in the Wildlands.
'I will not let a ruin erase my mind,' Draven thought quietly.
He surveyed the room. It was surprisingly small and perfectly round. There were no mountains of gold. There were no racks of mythic weapons or hidden armories waiting to be claimed by a conqueror. The dark obsidian walls were completely bare, stripped of any royal decoration or runic carvings.
In the exact center of the smooth floor stood a single stone pedestal. A sphere of pure, stilled white light rested on the flat surface. It was a preserved moment, locked safely away from the decay of the outside world.
Draven attempted to project his vision outward.
