The circular chamber bathed in fragments of sunlight leaking through cracks above. Dust shimmered lazily in the beams as three adventurers stood frozen — eyes locked on Zayne and the glowing blue windows hovering above his wrist.
Daxon frowned, his tone sharp.
"How the hell do you know our names? And what is that thing?" He jabbed a finger toward Zayne's technowatch.
Lyria, the red-haired mage, narrowed her eyes. "It's an artifact… an artifact that can show our information like that?"
Zayne tilted his head slightly, amused by her quick deduction.
Oh? A sensible one.
Lyria's expression hardened as she glanced toward the broken murals and the golem standing silently in the background.
"An artifact of such caliber must have come from these ruins. He must've taken it from here."
Zayne's faint smile deepened.
Maybe not so sensible after all…
