Elian teleported into the city, his thoughts fixed on a hidden vault he had buried a thousand years ago. Back then, it had held everything valuable to him: rewards, medicines, weapons, gold… and his favorite blade. Now, with his sword destroyed by the barrier, he urgently needed a new weapon.
But had his blade survived all this time?
The cache was hidden in the middle of the Sea of Japan, facing Korea. Without wasting a second, Elian set out on his journey.
Two Days Later
Again and again, he dove into the depths, scouring the seabed for the cave. The water was freezing, the current relentless, but he didn't give up.
— "Where is that damn cave?" he muttered irritably, taking another deep breath before diving once more.
This time, luck was on his side: in the distance, in the dark depths, he saw the shadowy maw of a cave. His heart began to race, and he surged forward with all his strength.
But his oxygen was running out.
His lungs burned, his body weakened, and his vision blurred. Consciousness began to slip away…
— "Damn it… I can't…"
But surrendering was never an option. Summoning the last of his strength, he released a powerful burst of energy, propelling himself forward. At the very last moment, he broke into the cave, gasping for air with desperation.
— "Almost died…" he exhaled, leaning against the wall.
Looking around, he saw it — his cave. Everything was just as he had left it a thousand years ago.
His heartbeat quickened. He rushed to the hidden stash and saw the familiar stone that concealed his treasure.
— "Come on…" he strained, lifting the heavy slab and tossing it aside.
Inside was everything he remembered.
And in the very center, on a pedestal, lay his sword.
— "You're still here…" he whispered, reaching out his hand.