Two weeks passed...my time to obtain the next orb, as it shows is Sloth's, was coming closer.
But this hassle of knowing the Satchel's contents hasn't resolved yet. The strongest creature on the planet, the strongest man on the planet, the strongest mind on the planet and even the strongest devotee of God hasn't been able to open the stupid Satchel.
I heard Gena clicking her tongue from the other side of the room. I sat slumped against the wall on the edge, disheartened and almost...given up. I smiled down at Oob who had no clue what we have been doing since the past few days.
The research lab had fallen into the kind of silence that only came after weeks of failure.
Gena rubbed her tired eyes, turning the golden satchel over for what had to be the thousandth time. That day.
"No seams," she muttered. "No hinges. No lock. No molecular weakness. It's as though the satchel has decided to be closed."
Across the room, Draekon lowered the rosary from his fingers.
