In the evening, Caleb returned to the Clan's 'Archive.'
Although it was already night, the light in the small room in front of the warehouse was still on.
He walked to the door, bowed, and said, "Third Elder, I've come to collect the resources that the Grand Elder permitted me to take."
"Card!" came the voice of an old man from inside the room, his tone slightly hoarse as if something were stuck in his throat.
Caleb took out the card the Grand Elder had given him, held it with both hands and raised it before him.
A moment later, the voice of the Third Elder came from the room: "Go inside, to slot number 077, and take what's inside."
"You may take one additional magical item of your choosing, but it must not exceed rank C."
Krit! Krit! Krit!
As soon as he finished speaking, the heavy stone door creaked open.
"You have only 30 minutes; be quick!"
Caleb hurried inside, but the scene before him was different from what he had imagined.
