Before Akatosh could continue his travels. He sat there at a large tree, checking his inventories to see what's left for him. Scavenging every little thing from the void, arranging them from the ground.

Five endurance potion is all that's left. His buckler is broken in half. And Akatosh's only weapon of choice is two short swords, a nicked spear nearly at its end. Fortunate, Akatosh had spare weapons he'd looted from the last battle. It was a primitive weapon, a club with an iron spike, and a primitive morning star. It was a shabby weapon for some people. But for Akatosh's eyes, it was useful when encountering a foe that is resistant to slashing and piercing attacks.

After checking his weapons, Akatosh draws his two armor that is already in worn down condition. The leather armor is already shredded from the waist from his past duel. The medium armor consists of plated steel, chainmail and mostly layered with leather was worn-out. It was brutally damaging to the point where the steel iron layered to the chest is crushed and pummeled. Claw marks and slashing attacks scar the body of the armor still, it held up well.

Akatosh didn't wear any protective helmet to armor his head because it gives him a low sight from his surroundings. Without time to spare, he quickly wears the medium armor and sheathing the short sword behind his back.

Suited and prepared, he stuffs everything back except the spear. And finally, Akatosh equipped the claw-gauntlet that is good for hand-to-hand combat. The claw-gauntlet was intimidating, the tip of its finger is pointed sharp enough to pierce a flesh like it was just butter.

Following his preparation, he went silent, letting his sense and instinct do the work. Akatosh was acting like a radar detecting someone that's stalking him. Without a sound to pick, he climbs a tree looking for a sight to see. At the top, Akatosh stood holding some branch to steady his balance.

Just a quick turn, he spots a fortress crumble to ruins forgotten and ready to be with the forest. Though it's a sight to see beautiful ruins taken by nature.

Climbing down he then resumes his travels.

Hours of trekking and walking he sits there on a bush looking and circling the fortress. The place was dead silent giving him the creeps that someone might be silently lurking, waiting for its victim.

As he circles around the ruined fortress, he spots an entrance to a dungeon. He didn't dive, he instead gathers a few rocks. Luring and alert an enemy hiding in this area, Akatosh hurdle pebbles creating a noise.

Tired of waiting and still no enemies nor monsters appear, Akatosh's patience runs out. Without hesitation he goes around the ruins exploring and examining, looking for something buried or hidden treasure.

The fortress's flooring was slowly sinking and crumbling. The grass and plants begins to bloom covering the tiles of the floor. Exploring and circling the large desolated fortress, Akatosh can already sense the disgusting presence and the horrible smell from the area he was exploring.

It took him hours to explore the building. Old furniture and odd trinkets are all that's left, rotten by time.

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Finding some things and exploring old and crumbling ruins was Akatosh passion. Taking a break, he takes this chance to initially calm himself and enjoys his happy moment.

The nice weather, the sound of silent serine sensation. The cold breeze, blowing here and there. Akatosh has never felt himself in peace happily looking for treasures to loot.

Turning rotten furniture, kicking crumbling tables, and lifting wardrobe. Akatosh was searching for something useful. Nearly to his disappointment, he came across a forging room. There are old rusted tools, a broken-down smelter, and an odd wood attractively design, where half of its body was buried. The closer Akatosh looks he realize it was a chest. Without hesitation, Akatosh immediately uses the sword as a shovel.

The chest wasn't heavy, but he can feel something was inside.

"Let us hope it's not a skeleton or something like Pandora," Akatosh says while pulling out the chest from the dirt.

For a time, the lock was still in good condition, but the passing time is enough to easily break the lock. A good kick was all it takes to open the chest.

When the chest was open, Akatosh was a bit disappointed. The chest was filled with only ingots, a silver ingots Akatosh assumed.

"What kind of metal is this?!" Akatosh said. The moment he pulls one to examine, Akatosh was sudden by its weight as a feather.

"Is this a soldering lead?" Akatosh counties, checking the other.

Akatosh was very curious about this kind of metal. So, to see if this is a soldering lead, Akatosh takes one.

"The heck!" Akatosh was shocked after his sword hammers the ingot. The best part was his sword got chipped while the ingot remains in its utmost condition.

Akatosh was heavenly stunned by what he'd found. It was still intact it did not slice the way he had hope.

"I got myself a good loot this day." Akatosh sneer in happiness.

Without a moment to waste he quickly stuffed the chest in his magic bag. Finding a box full of ingots didn't satisfy his taste. And the day was still fresh, so he resumes looking for more treasures.

It didn't last long that he'd found a sword buried near a fireplace. The sword was dirty but Akatosh didn't care as long as it will cut and kill.

It has a length of one meter, good to be known as a long sword. With a width of two inches wide and crumbling handle.

But what amazed Akatosh most was its lightness, similar to the ingot he'd looted.

"Curious?" Akatosh says, swinging the sword. Whir-winding as he spins and slashing the weightless sword.

After doing his dirty swordsmanship, Akatosh tests its sharpness at the tree. And when he swings the sword at full force, the blade easily cuts the tree. And the moment he pulls the sword from the tree, he was dead staring at the sword. The blade held well, there was no damage or nicks.

"Oof… Bloody hell, I'm lucky to be alone looting this place." Akatosh laughs in excitement. And as it was, the sword he'd found filled his satisfaction.

After hours of spending some quality time exploring looking for loot. Akatosh now stands, looking down an open hatch. Measuring three meters in width and four meters in length. And a few feet away he can see the stairs going down became more pitch black.

To dive without light is just ignorant to be common. The spear isn't suitable for this kind of place so Akatosh stuffs it in the magic bag. The weightless sword was sheathed on his waist. Without a scarab, he uses the belt as a holder.

Using a torch as his source of light he descends. The slow step and careful treading on the dungeon. He was already filled with anticipation and tremor. And down the moisty hallway, Akatosh was beginning to feel unease by the silence of the place.

The more he walks deeper into the dungeon, the more he felt distressed from the darkness. And just a few steps, a dark and horrible wave-like radiation rams through his senses.

"Gahh… I had enough of this!" Akatosh said. His head was starting to feel dizzy, as his fortitude wasn't enough to withstand the dark energy like radiation.

To regain his composure, Akatosh takes a step back and quickly tries to purify his hazard sensation. After that, he resumes again.