Suddenly, a tilting 100-degree oblong portal with its blinding white light appeared a couple meters away from me. A glowing blue board about six feet was pushed through it, which displayed four hollowed shapes of the objects we collected. It was from the largest to the smallest item. The first was the sword, followed by the shark-like fish, then the crystal flower and finally, the irregular octagon-shaped thing that was made of pure silver, which I realized now was sort of a key.
I was awed and motionless, while my companions at the tent could only gape their mouths open. The objects floated and were sort of magnetted to the magical board. They all fitted where they belonged.
Then a deep rumbling male voice that seemed to come from deep under the ground spoke. “The Zao’chay sword stands
