I stood up, dusting the dirt and loose rock off my leather tunic. A wide grin spread across my face.
I had found the Spellsword's Tomb.
The chamber was dead silent. My faint magical light illuminated the dust motes dancing in the stale air. The walls were lined with decaying weapon racks, the iron long rusted into useless orange flakes.
I walked slowly toward the raised stone dais at the far end of the room.
I didn't let my guard down. Hidden pieces in this world were never free. In the game, Ren had to fight a boss to claim this specific reward.
I reached the dais. The sarcophagus was massive, carved from solid black granite. Its lid was covered in intricate, jagged runes that hadn't faded despite being buried for centuries.
I holstered my shortsword, placed both hands flat against the heavy stone lid, and pushed.
