A mid-level aether-rich area.
When Velin's finger tapped lightly on the map and he uttered those five words, the air in the conference room seemed to freeze for a moment.
Old Walker and Kolon had looks of pure confusion. They only knew that the depths of the Swamp were dangerous, but they were completely unfamiliar with the term.
Ryo's breathing suddenly quickened. He looked ecstatic, excitedly sharing what he knew about aether-rich areas with the two of them, his voice trembling slightly with agitation.
After just a few sentences, Old Walker and Kolon were choked up by the sheer scale of the concept. Their eyes darted back and forth between the map and Velin, filled with a mixture of greed, awe, and wariness of the unknown dangers.
Valerius, on the other hand, was the calmest of them all. The Chief simply stroked his graying beard, his eyes not blinded by the prospect of unearned wealth. Instead, they gleamed with the light of reason.
