Noah turned to move toward the door.
Then stopped.
Something in the far corner of the room caught his eye.
He hadn't seen it before. During the fight his attention had been completely consumed by what was happening in the center of the chamber and he hadn't looked at the corners.
Now in the aftermath with the room quiet and still and the crystal light doing its steady work across the walls, the shape in the far corner was unmistakable.
A chest.
A large one. It was made up of metal construction, bound at the corners and along the lid with iron strips, the surface aged and marked with the same kind of old wear as everything else in this dungeon. It sat against the wall like it had been placed there deliberately, which it almost certainly had been.
Noah stared at it.
Damien had also seen it. He was looking at the same corner with the same expression.
Neither of them spoke for a few seconds.
