Display stand No. 127.
The soft sound of mechanical sliding echoed as the display stand hidden in the ceiling compartment slowly descended. The items on the rack shimmered with a soft white light, reflecting in everyone's eyes at the scene.
It was a piece of carefully treated and "processed" spinal bone—a thing Luo lost in this fortress many years ago.
She stood quietly beside this "artifact," her expression complex and indescribable. For a moment, Yu Sheng even thought she might cry, but such fragility perhaps had dissipated from her life many years ago—she remained standing silently, breaking the silence softly after a long time: "Ah... it really is here."
Erin sat on Yu Sheng's shoulder, turned her face to look at the piece of spine, then turned to look at the golden-haired elf beside her. After a while, perhaps unable to withstand the oppressive atmosphere, she finally couldn't hold back: "You're not thinking of putting this thing back, are you?"
