The walls were covered in murals depicting coiling serpents, plague-stricken cities, and a lone, hooded figure ascending a throne of bones beneath a sky of swirling green fog.
Damon's gaze shifted from the etchings to the more substantial stuff. Ancient urns lined the walls, each filled with preserved venom sacs, dried serpent scales, and brittle roots that reeked of alchemy.
Clearly, Ouroboros hadn't touched these for some reason but Damon did not care. He took everything that could be lifted off and tossed them into his spatial ring. Inheritance sites like this were extremely valuable. Every little thing here could potentially go for a fortune.
He even tried removed stone slabs from the shrine as they seemed to have some sort of power but they proved extremely difficult to uproot. So he left them and casually continued strolling.
