The Living Sword (Ch.103)

The golden light from the loot room spilled over the group as they stepped inside, their steps hesitant but filled with anticipation. The air here felt different—warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the oppressive energy of the dungeon's previous chambers. The room itself was massive, its walls lined with ornate carvings and runes that glowed faintly. Treasure lay scattered across the polished stone floor: piles of glittering gold coins, intricately crafted weapons, glowing artifacts, and gemstones that pulsed with inner light.

Sylvia's eyes widened as she shifted back into her humanoid form, her tail swishing excitedly. "Now this… this is what I call a reward," she said, grinning as she darted forward to inspect a pile of shimmering jewelry.