Grey placed his right hand on the metal surface of the furnace. The carvings trembled faintly in response, and with a soft rumble, the lid above loosened. He gripped the edge of it and slowly lifted it up.
A small light spilled out from the furnace as soon as he opened it and looked inside. Sitting in the center of the furnace was a small pill bottle. It was plain, made from a milky white jade like material with subtle blue veins running beneath the surface, giving it a quiet refined appearance.
You did not get bottles like these in this age anymore. They were placed in modern bottles with a modern and sleek finish to them.
"Did someone just leave this pill here? Won't it expire?"
Grey was curious, but he had read on the internet somewhere that 2-star pills and above could easily survive hundreds and thousands of years with the right material and as long as there were no impurities in them.
