Prince Baldur The Strongest: Varian Certified

The landscape of the treasury was unrecognizable from just a few minutes ago. All the luxury and grace were gone, leaving behind only broken stone, glass, and metal.

The grandeur of the lofty duchy and its treasury were now in tatters, both in material and spirit.

"Oh fuck." Varian sucked in a breath of cold air.

To his horror, many treasures in the cabinets were shattered and barely a few were intact.

Varian's hopeful eyes ignored the obvious aura fluctuations between a heavily injured woman who lost both her arms and a red-robed man whose raised hand seemed like it was about to deal a final blow.

'Not here, not there, where, where, the little glowing—ah, yes!' Varian's eyes lit up and he jumped towards the little box.

Baldur who had followed him here was petrified and stared at the two bloodied figures with a pale face.