Leon jolted awake, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. The tall ceiling loomed overhead, adorned with intricate carvings and strange letters that seemed to shimmer faintly.
Turning his head to the side, he saw a few white and red-armored soldiers stationed in the corners, their armor stained with blood, standing guard with vigilant eyes.
Sitting up, Leon looked around and noticed that the piles of treasure were gone, not a single piece remaining. The chamber, once filled with the allure of ancient wealth, now felt empty and hollow.
He examined his body, noticing his wounds were completely healed, even his internal injuries. "This..."
"You're awake," a voice came from the front.
Leon saw Reynold walking towards him, holding a small marble-sized crystal in his hand. The crystal glowed faintly, pulsating with a soft light.
Leon nodded and asked, "Is that the ruin core?"
