The jewel did not shine with familiar beauty.
It was the size of a fist, its color resembling a rotting liver, pulsing from within with glowing black veins.
It emitted a faint hum, a frequency resembling the whispers of thousands of tortured souls.
The moment she held it, the thief felt the coldness of death crawling through her arm, yet she smiled behind her mask. This was the challenge she lived for.
WOOOOOOT! WOOOOOOT! WOOOOOOT!
The silence exploded. The sovereign alarm system, which had not been activated for a decade, suddenly tore apart.
It was not an ordinary sound, but sonic waves saturated with terror-infused Aether, designed to inflict immediate neural paralysis upon intruders.
The white lights shut off, replaced by bloody red emergency lighting that washed the marble chamber in the color of a gigantic slaughterhouse.
From the ceiling, spatial transport gates opened. In less than three seconds, the elite forces descended.
