Chapter 352: Greed

"...It really is a hand."

The large leaves rippled away from Rhys's feet as he moved closer to the pedestal; his eyes, not leaving the pair of severed hands at all. He initially thought that it was some sort of incredibly detailed sculpture with how white and pale it was, but no—it truly was just a pair of hands. He could even see the bones, and the flesh curling around it was almost as dry.

By all means, the hands should have already decayed, but not at all. Even though it was pale and even looked powdery, it still seemed filled with life for some reason that Rhys could not explain at all.

"Hm…" Rhys then looked up again at the trail of light leading to it. He would have probably thought that the pedestal was the treasure the light was pointing to, if it wasn't for the fact that it narrowed and truly just focused on the severed hands, "...So, we went all this way for a pair of limbs… interesting."