The Ice Bird

After quickly stowing the Elemental Gem into his bag, Oliver continued his exploration of the room. The air was thick with the weight of ancient dust. It felt as though every stone, every crevice, was hiding something valuable—or something dangerous.

It wasn't long before he stumbled upon more interesting items. Among the debris, half-buried in a pile of old rubble, lay a shattered magical sword. The blade was clearly broken beyond repair, its once sharp edges jagged and uneven. But something about it caught Oliver’s eye—a glimmer of something rare in the craftsmanship.