Opportunity or Misfortune

'It had been thousands of years since the ice age, so the chances of finding something inside are slim to none, but it is still worth checking out,' Draven contemplated, standing before the towering wall.

He had his hand pressed against the cold surface of the wall as he used mana to examine every little detail he could.

Draven was familiar with hidden chambers in underground cities. Based on his observations, he was almost certain that he would either find nothing or riches from the old era and in both cases, it was worth checking out.

'Let's hope I get something of value,' Draven decided before stepping back, the crimson blade in his grasp humming to life, radiating a blood-red aura.

The blade shot forth, each swing releasing a slash of pure white that dug into dense stone walls, carving lines that slowly completed the half-broken words and carved out completely new ones.