When Wain went inside, he saw a golden temple that looked like a pantheon. There was only a dome covering the entire area.
"It looks epic, but so much gold... What a tasteless thing." Wain muttered and headed toward the temple.
The Ring of Damned glowed bright green, and a pack of cigarettes appeared in his hands. Wain pulled out an engraved lighter and, in a second, held the cigarette to his mouth.
He felt the heat seep into his body and his lungs burn. For a normal person, such a thing might even have been traumatic, but it was what Wain needed.
Wain exhaled a puff of smoke that turned into an ingot.
Wain walked forward slowly and looked around. Wain was not invincible, and so he was wary and waited for an enemy to appear at any moment. The battle with Hana had taught him that he could die despite his stats.
