(Planet Ixtal, Soron's Castle, Leo's POV)
Soron led Leo and Charles down the winding castle stairs to his personal treasure vault, a chamber he had likely not opened for over a millennium.
*Creek*
When the heavy doors creaked open, Leo's eyes widened at the sight within, for this was no ordinary armory or storage, but a hall of wonders.
Gleaming divine dagger sets rested upon polished stands, unique blades forged from long-lost metals glittered faintly in the dim light, enchanted boots lay in rows beside rolled skill scrolls that pulsed with dormant power, while countless other relics were arranged meticulously across the shelves, each of them radiating a presence that marked them as treasures impossible to find anywhere else in the universe.
Yet among these artifacts of unimaginable value were items of a different nature, objects that carried no visible aura, but were personal items that Soron treasured the most.
