Modret's gaze, filled with excitement, was fixed on the room and, without hesitation, he calmly walked in its direction.
There, within the room, piled up, was a mountain of treasures.
Modret walked toward the yellow treasures. Upon entering the room, he scanned it with an alert expression filled with cautiousness.
The room was made of ice, causing a chill to spread through it, and aside from the yellow treasure heap there was nothing inside.
Modret hesitated briefly before walking toward the treasure and reaching out toward the first one.
The yellow treasure looked no different from a yellow stone, however, as Modret held it he felt a cooling sensation spread through him.
The sensation made a smile touch his lips, however, he soon frowned upon absorbing the energy in the treasure.
'Is this a fake?' Modret thought, feeling the minuscule amount of energy that entered his body.
It was vastly different compared to the one he had absorbed before.
