Dahlia stared at the cracked ruins, her hands on her hips. Her face darkened as she turned to Garion.
"Seriously? We ran for days through monster, poison air, and nearly died.... for a pile of rocks?"
Garion just smiled, turning back to her.
"Of course not. I've got the feeling that this place is important. Just wait for it."
In his mind, he shouted silently.
'System, tell me what's here. Dahlia's already in a very bad mood. Please don't waste my time anymore.'
As if answering, a faint arrow appeared above him, pointing at a half-buried spot near one of the fallen pillars.
Garion raised a brow as he went to that spot, knelt, and picked something up from the ground, cleaning it a bit.
His eyes widened as it was a smooth, round black object about the size of a man's head.
Its surface gleamed faintly under the dim light, like polished stone.
It was also heavier than it looked and cold to the touch.
"Dahlia, have you ever seen something like this?"
