Pushing open the stone door revealed a massive warehouse.
It was filled with wooden crates of all sizes, and the air was thick with the stench of decay.
Many of the crates had rotted away, their contents spilling across the floor.
Raylo walked inside and casually picked up a fist-sized stone.
It must have once been a high-quality Magic Stone, but now its energy had completely dissipated. It was no different from an ordinary rock, crumbling to dust with a gentle squeeze.
The warehouse was littered with these useless Magic Stones and shattered Magic Cores.
Ed pried open a few well-preserved crates, finding complete sets of armor and weapons inside.
But a millennium was the ultimate corrosive. Most of the armor was covered in rust, and the weapons had lost their edge and durability.
"These two crates seem to hold Magic Equipment."
Ed announced, having made a new discovery.
Raylo walked over. The crate contained an assortment of rings, talismans, and magic staves.
