In some twisted way, the undefined future did not change the feeling of pride that gripped him right now, a silent acknowledgement of the sanctuary he had built, and an innate desire to keep it hidden. If you had any self-respect as an artefact hunter, you did not want an intruder to find your prime hideout’s protection half-assed. Even if chased and cursed, you need to have at least some pride in your work.
On a more fundamental level, it was easiest to see yourself in something that reflected you. You needed a place that belonged to you, and a place you belonged to. Even broken things, existing almost invisible between the most desolate lands and the deadliest seas, could serve such a purpose. Even if this place was only yours because no one else wanted it, you took care of it.
Yves heard Midnight growling from above and realised he had stopped in front of his chest. For another long moment, he could not tear himself from the spot. He felt for the inner lining of his multi-layered overgarment, finding the small but oh so distinct square outward bulge of the fabric.
Midnight roared down at him from the trapdoor opening. She roared, despite the witching hour.
Yves sprang forward, slammed the chest shut, secured the buckles and straps, and threw on his coat. He had a custom backpack for the ethereal mirrors, each mirror nestled in its own protected compartment. Over the flat and sturdy backpack, he secured the Bow of Light. It was tied to his back with a belt system that ended in an elongated plate that ran from his shoulder to his hip, from which the bow could be released without having to remove the entire belt system. The straps and plate doubles as a secure fastening for the backpack.
The chest, now bearing the weight of Yves’ most vital possessions, awaited transportation. Yves tapped it with his Levitation Staff, and it responded obediently. It trailed behind him as he rushed up the stairs and exited the door. In his wake, the floating light orbs extinguished, leaving the broken lighthouse without light yet again.
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