The treasure realm stretched endlessly.
Kent rose higher into the air, his figure like a lone ink stroke against the vast canvas of the sky. On his shoulder crouched the strange beast—the One-Eyed Bandit—its single golden iris gleaming, its long nose twitching as it drew in the scents of spirit energy from miles away.
The beast's head suddenly jerked toward the east. Sniff… sniff…
Kent's eyes followed the direction and a faint smile curved on his lips. "You lead, I'll follow. More treasures for us!"
With a thought, the sword beneath his feet surged forward, slicing through drifting clouds like a silver dragon. Soon they descended into a shallow valley where the earth pulsed faintly, as if it held a heartbeat.
The Bandit leapt down, pawing the soil eagerly.
