Groaning, Gin sat up, rubbing his temples. "Of course… he's doing this on purpose," he muttered under his breath.
He hadn't even been asleep for an hour. His body felt heavy with exhaustion, but a quick surge of magic restored his energy.
Gin got up, stormed to the door, and yanked it open.
Jay froze mid-swing, his fist raised awkwardly in the air.
He gave a sheepish grin. "Uh… were you still sleeping?"
Gin resisted the urge to punch him. Hard.
As the last of the artifacts were being packed away, a wave of workers—dozens strong—suddenly swarmed into the ruins.
They carried large storage crates, quickly organizing and securing the relics inside. Their sheer numbers allowed them to work with stunning speed; before anyone realized it, they had vanished just as suddenly as they had arrived.
The ruins were left empty.
Even the bodies of the giant chitinous trolls had been taken. No doubt the trolls scattered throughout the passageways had also been collected.
