Skraal did not waste any more time.
In these kind of situations it is better to move and act instead of stop.
There will be time to think for everything later.
He had decided it was better to keep moving forward than to let his mind sink into things that required proper rest, contemplation, and deeper understanding.
There would be time for that later.
Roughly two minutes passed before he entered a small chamber its size no larger than a hut.
The walls, dim and colorless, seemed to trap the purple glow emanating from the chest at the center. It radiated a subtle energy the feeling of ghosts, again.
Skraal knew it wasn't a trap.
He could sense it. This was a reward.
He walked calmly to the chest and, with a mere thought, willed it open.
A pulse of ghost energy responded to his command.
The lid opened slowly, and inside, laying on an ornate dark cloth, was a ring.
Purple and black in color, simple in form,
Skraal picked it up, feeling the cold metal against his fingers.
