Fay stared into the vault and almost forgot to breathe. Chests filled the space, stacked in neat rows like offerings.
She entered the stash room and opened the nearest cache. Gold. Gems. Some with the dull sheen of precious metals she could not name by sight.
She looked around and counted about twenty in total. Beside them sat a second set, smaller chests, seven of them packed with spirit stones.
Ten thousand low grade in each, the kind of count that could buy a life, or end one. One chest held middle grade stones.
A hundred of them. Fay held it in her hand, this was her first time touching these type of spirit stones.
"How... how can a bandit have so many?" she murmured under her breath.
Poverty had limited her imagination. Fay knew she couldn't stay for long. But there was one problem. How would she carry it all.
Radeon would have planned for this. He always did. Fay forced herself to slow down and listen.
