The next day.
Aksai had apparently sent his angry maid Zinnia away somewhere. It seemed far enough, because she didn't come to fight with Reymon anymore.
After all, Aksai didn't want any disturbance today. He had practically conquered Sharang without doing much. It was time to become a loot goblin and take some benefits from the world he was about to leave for good.
At this moment—
Step. Step. Step.
Reymon walked ahead at a steady pace, guiding Aksai through a long stone corridor that ran deep beneath the Grand Martial Hall.
The air was cool here, untouched by sunlight, and their footsteps echoed softly along the walls. At the end of the corridor stood a large door marked with old runes.
The treasure vault of the Grand Martial Hall.
Reymon pressed his palm against a circular slot, letting a thin flow of his Spirit power seep into it.
The runes lit up one by one. With a heavy rumble, the vault door opened.
