The treasury doors swung open with a resonant groan, revealing a cavernous chamber that seemed to stretch impossibly far into the depths of the manor.
Crystal illumination orbs activated automatically as they entered, bathing the space in cold, white light that made everything within gleam with otherworldly brilliance.
Rey's breath caught despite himself.
The sheer wealth on display was staggering.
Rows upon rows of shelving units stretched into the distance, each one meticulously organized and labeled.
Artifacts of every grade and description lined the walls, suspended in individual containment fields that hummed with protective energy.
"By the Holy Gods," one of the Order members whispered, their voice echoing in the vast space.
"Stay focused. We have a job to do."
Serena's expression remained controlled, but Rey could see the hunger in her eyes.
