Archer stormed through the bank, leaving no one alive in his path to the vault. Inside, he discovered a labyrinth of chambers brimming to the ceiling with treasure. His eyes gleamed as he tore the first door from its hinges.
A deafening crash echoed throughout the building. He cast the door aside and strode in only to see Chests overflowing while barrels sparkled thanks to heaps of glittering gems, setting off his greed.
'Fuck the Novgorod Empire,' he mused while shoving chests into his Item Box.
Following that, Archer sucked everything into his Item Box as he continued looting the vaults, collecting relics, jewels, and crowns, which lay scattered on stone pedestals, their craftsmanship hinting at forgotten empires.
His breath hitched, his greed a living thing clawing at his chest. He stole goblets, amulets, and fancy daggers, each piece disappearing with a faint hum of magic. Room after room, he tore through the vault, ripping doors from their frames and stripping shelves bare.
