“Hey,” Ranged said. “Open. Now.”
NowRagnar met the thug’s command with confusion for a second before following his gaze behind him. Beside the frantic scrawls, the only thing that dared to stand in the face of the group, stood an altar in the shadow of an alcove. Wood carved into a tree trunk, funnelling in and then back out, formed the support for the altar. Atop the flat surface, surprisingly preserved like the rest of the chamber, sat a group of sealed boxes. Layer upon layer of steel chains kept the contents hidden within, padlocks refusing to open unless disarmed by keys forgotten by time.
The boxes themselves, however, caught Ragnar’s eye. Pulsating with gentle blue along the engraved decorations, the metal surfaces of the cubes panned left and displayed an endless panorama of tabl
