Elysia gazed in awe at the millennium-old items lying on shelves and displays. Their containers were art pieces themselves, masterfully crafted by powerful adepts throughout the ages. Even the materials used exuded traces of mysticism, making her hold her breath.
"The furniture is enchanted, too?" she asked, her voice trembling as she sought to confirm her incredible suspicion.
"Yes. They keep the materials fresh from rotting and rusting," replied the granduncle, extending his palm over one display and pouring a stream of green mana out to encase it.
A protective barrier of sharp thorns suddenly appeared in response, wiggling as they voraciously absorbed the energy before recognising its signature.
