The Path to the Treasury [Part-2]
A hush fell as the guard murmured an apology, head tilting past respect into near collapse. The rim of his helmet grazed the cold rock below, like roots seeking soil. He stood bent, not quite man but shadow given shape by duty and dread.
With a small motion of his hand, Leon brushed the concern aside. "No problem at all."
A flick of the hand, tiny - yet somehow it opened a door long locked. It wasn't loud, but silence cracked under its meaning.
Facing the treasury entrance, he moved forward slowly. There, ahead, rose thick steel plates - ancient symbols carved into their surface, a silent hint of what waited inside: riches, influence, hidden away. Around him, the atmosphere pressed down, like the stone itself was tuned to every sound.
He moved ahead, tossing the words behind him without turning. A loose remark came out, like something noticed in passing.
"Oh. And before you leave - go find Vice Commander Johny and tell him I sent you."
