The Pillar Crumbles

Gaton looked at the bundle with trepidation. It wasn’t easy to identify that this dusty cloth could actually seal magic. Every square inch was worth a gram of abyssal emerald; so high was the quality of any material that could shield one from an astral beast’s power. He furrowed his brows, “How did you get a hold of this terrifying thing?”

“I happened to see it when I was passing through a semiplane, so I slaughtered it along the way. Thankfully it wasn’t as difficult as the lesser demon lord,” Sharon said nonchalantly. Now that her hands were finally freed, she fixed her dishevelled hair before continuing, “When you come back alive, throw it to that old dragon. That way,...