In just a few seconds, all the wall niches were empty.
He counted them: sixty in total, twelve of each attribute.
If these Gemstones were brought back to the Wizard Plane, they could be traded for a sizable fortune, or kept for his own use. Whether for assisting spellcasting or for refining Witchcraft Artifacts, they were excellent materials.
Duke turned and walked out of the room, continuing forward along the passage.
The forks ahead grew more and more numerous, spreading out in all directions like a spiderweb.
At every junction he paused for a moment, using his Spiritual Power to probe the depth and aura of each passage, then chose the direction most likely to yield results.
Some passages ended in dead ends, only a cold stone wall; some ended in empty rooms, with nothing left but scattered pottery shards and rotted cloth.
Others ended in traces of battle, the floor littered with shattered bones and strips of cloth—clearly someone had been here before him.
