The Forgotten Hero's Table
Videl followed the fourth hero inside the room. When she entered the room she was in awe of what she saw inside.
The chamber hidden behind the ancient stone walls was far larger than she expected. The moment she crossed the threshold, the cold air of the cavern shifted into something strangely warm. Faint golden lights glowed from crystal lamps embedded across the walls, casting soft reflections over mountains of treasure scattered carelessly across the room.
Gold coins overflowing from cracked chests.
Ancient weapons layered against one another like discarded memories of forgotten wars.
Crimson gemstones the size of fists shimmered beneath the light while strange artifacts pulsed with mana so dense that even the air around them trembled faintly. Some of the relics hanging on the walls radiated enough pressure to make ordinary knights collapse just by standing near them.
Yet despite all that wealth and power, the room itself felt lonely.
