Third Person's POV
In the middle of the huge space, his broken saber stood with a trio of crystal-thin green daggers, some enchanted arrows, and several sets of his signature dark attire that were meticulously prepared for him by his Master Nyx.
His clothes bore its usual elegant silver embroidery on the collars and sleeves, They were simple yet refined and were never ostentatious.
He continued searching and finally, his gaze landed on a dusty shelf in the corner.
It held some old boots, spare weapons, and old books… but then he felt the familiar pulse once again.
His soul sense zeroed in on the sensation and his heart skipped a beat as his eyes landed on a small, oval-shaped object, tucked beside his worn boots.
Ethan stared at it dumbfoundedly and was momentarily frozen.
That's…
His breath hitched.
No… it couldn't be.