Deep within the Sacred Forest, at the elven settlement.
After a night of rest, the elven settlement, which had been enveloped in tension because of the goblin invasion, finally began to regain its former tranquility.
The morning sunlight filtered through the dense foliage, casting scattered rays of light onto the ground. Several small forest elves moved between the treehouses, while the elven warriors responsible for guarding the settlement finally had the opportunity to remove their armor and enjoy a rare moment of peace after a war that had lasted more than two months.
However, compared to everyone else, Gabriel clearly wasn't in the mood to relax.
At this moment, he was sitting beside a wooden table in his room, carefully examining the spoils he had sorted out the previous night.
A box of high-quality mana crystals.
A mysterious black spear of unknown origin.
And three strange nails recovered from the underground ruins, all of which had been placed inside his System space.
