While Sage and the others were risking their lives in the upper layers of the treasury, bursting open bubbles, dodging traps, and trying to pull down every treasure that could change the fate of the Adventurer Guild, Valeria was fighting alone beneath them.
The lower half of the cathedral-like hall had already turned into a battlefield of golden wreckage and broken marble. The once spotless white floor was now carved with deep scars from heavy weapons, shattered into craters where massive golem feet had slammed down, and littered with pieces of broken golden armor that still sparked with dying runes.
The towering golden pillars that held up the distant ceiling were no longer untouched either; several had been split, dented, or cracked by the violent shockwaves of the battle, while fragments of engraved metal rained down from time to time whenever another guardian was smashed apart.
