"Lord Keeper," Celestine called him.
Damian looked up. He wasn't alone—the other four also stopped reading their reports and paid attention.
The middle-aged widow continued, "I have something that could be used as a source of metal."
"Read it," Damian said from his desk.
"..Dungeon Varekh-Thul, Level 17 – Dungeon diving team leader, Cael.
When our party breached the collapsed corridor near the sunken vaults, we weren't expecting to find anything intact—but what we saw didn't look like it had broken. It looked like it had been killed.
There, half-buried in obsidian dust and fractured floor plating, lay a massive metallic construct, easily a hundred meters long. Serrated spines ran down its back, and the entire shape suggested a segmented design—part weapon, part machine, part creature.."
"Good," Damian stopped her. "You guys continue looking for things and taking notes—I will be back soon."
