Chapter 599: Dino People’s history
After satisfying their curiosity about the dinosaur people’s murals, the young man and the small yellow cat exchanged silent glances. With a quick, mutual nod, they began their work.
Vlad drew his sword, channeling a faint aura of dark energy along its blade, while Jormungandr conjured a thin plasma edge in his paw. Without wasting any further time, they approached the towering stone pillars lining the main hall, and after making sure there were no runic traps, they began to work.
It was clear that the pillars themselves were made of exceptionally valuable stone that could fetch an excellent price back at the Golden Sky Fortress.
Since there were no living Dino People left to preserve their cultural heritage, neither Vlad nor Jormungandr felt any hesitation in dismantling these artifacts. Their logic was straightforward: to them, these pillars were resources—and resources were there to be claimed.
With swift, precise slashes, the pair sliced through the columns, which offered little resistance to their enhanced weapons. Once each section toppled free, the stones were transferred into their space rings.
"That takes care of the pillars," Vlad remarked, turning to Jormungandr. Small beads of sweat traced down his temple, more from caution than from physical exertion.
"Indeed," the little yellow cat replied, letting his plasma blade vanish. "They should sell for a fortune."
Vlad nodded, then glanced toward a branching corridor. "Let’s split up to cover more ground. I’ll take the right hall, and you take the left. Call if you run into anything tricky."
"Got it," Jormungandr responded, flashing a confident grin before padding off down the corridor.