The silence in the illegally dug tunnel was now absolute, a heavy, oppressive quiet broken only by the faint drip of water from the ceiling and the soft hum of Daniel's immense, contained power.
He stood over the corpse of the thieves' leader, his S-Grade Blade of The Night held loosely at his side, its dark metal showing no trace of the grim work it had just performed.
The fight had been swift, brutal, and utterly one-sided.
He bent down and picked up the heavy, padded bag.
He opened it carefully. Inside, resting on a bed of soft, protective cloth, was the Luminark Stone!
It was magnificent, even more potent up close than his [Treasure Hunting] skill had suggested.
It was a single, flawless crystal, the size of a man's head, and it pulsed with a soft, pure white light, so bright it pushed back the oppressive darkness of the mine, casting long, dancing shadows on the tunnel walls.
The air around it felt clean, charged with a calm, powerful energy.
