"What did you guys do in there for so long? Did you get anything good?"
Nyssa melted her ice and we were taken into the submarine. She took out our bags, provided by the military, a moment before we left the void. As for the four main treasures, they were secured in her storage ring.
We looked at our captain. A shaved man with hair so short you could see the scalp ender it. His serious face was tanned from hours of training with his sword under the sun, and he looked stern and upright in his ironed military uniform.
"That's what we got," I let the bag fall on the floor, feeling satisfied by the heaviness it exuded in its fall. Nyssa copied my actions, dropping down a bag not any smaller than mine. Those were the treasures we picked near the center where the spoils could be considered third grade, matching with the third stage of cultivators.
