There is only destruction and ruins.
Alka slightly bent at the waist and squeezed in through the entrance.
Disappearing from view.
"Why did he go there?" Simon asked, puzzled.
It's just an ordinary ruin, nothing special about it.
Chadite shook her head: "Don't know, maybe there's something there."
Though she said so, she guessed that this place might be the house of someone they knew from the village.
Alka walked in, peering at the white glow shining through the cracks.
Not far away through a gap, there was a wardrobe woven from vines and wooden strips.
Half of the wardrobe had collapsed, with the vines pressing down, some already rotted and fitting on top.
The entire wardrobe was nearly ruined.
Through the gap, Alka saw a faint white glow, outlining the shape of a white treasure.
With a gentle wave of his hand.
He cleared away the obstructing vines around and approached the broken wardrobe.
