Chapter 23: Treasury and Changes
The moon had long risen over Veldroth, casting silver light through the tall windows of the quiet manor.
Inside, behind the reinforced doors of his private chamber, Alaric sat alone—eyes closed, hand resting loosely over his heart.
The Divine Heart Core pulsed in silent rhythm within him, a gentle warmth ebbing and flowing through his being like the breath of life itself. It had become a part of him now. No longer just a vessel—it was a palace of power, a realm of potential, a sanctum born from death and rebirth.
And within that sanctum, a treasure trove awaited.
Alaric closed his eyes, and his consciousness descended.
The moment his awareness touched the heart of the core, the golden gates of the palace parted.
Awe greeted him.
The treasury was vast—cathedral-like in scale—its white stone floors reflecting light from no visible source, its gold-veined walls lined with ancient murals, seals, and wards. It felt untouched by time. Sacred.
He walked slowly, steps echoing in the stillness.
Piles of gold gleamed in the corners, armor and weapons of rare craftsmanship lay upon marble pedestals, and scrolls radiating ancient power hovered in containment sigils.
Yet none of that drew his full attention.