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Chapter 63 - 63: Ancient Ruins Expedition (1) - Loot

The ancient elven ruins were unlike anything William had imagined. Instead of towering structures and sprawling cities, he found a series of elegant arches and smooth, white marble edifices, all nestled within a surprisingly compact area.

Professor James, sensing their surprise, explained, "The most fascinating aspect of these Snow Elves is their preference for subterranean living."

A chorus of "wows" erupted from the students. William, too, was intrigued. He had always pictured elves dwelling in treetop cities, their homes woven amongst the branches of ancient forests. This subterranean civilization challenged his preconceptions.

Professor Martha added, "It's important to remember that this was specific to the Snow Elves. Different elven cultures had vastly different ways of life, and even within the same culture, there could be significant variations."

"First, we'll set up camp here, in front of the ruins," Professor James instructed, his voice carrying a note of authority. "We've had a long journey, and these ruins could hold hidden dangers. It's best to rest and prepare before venturing inside."

The students, though eager to explore, readily agreed. Altair, however, fidgeted with barely-contained excitement.

"Do you think it will be dangerous?" he asked William, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I've always wanted to explore ancient ruins, to learn more about the elves. My parents used to tell stories about their mysterious powers and hidden cities."

William shared his enthusiasm. "It's possible there's danger lurking within," he admitted, securing his tent stakes, "but with two professors to guide us, we should be fine. As long as we're careful."

"I suppose," Altair replied, a hint of nervous excitement still lingering in his voice.

With their camp established, they enjoyed a hearty meal and prepared for their descent into the unknown. The students were divided into two groups, one led by Professor James, the other by Professor Martha. William and Altair found themselves under Martha's guidance.

As they approached the ruins, Professor James, his passion for history evident, began his lecture.

"You might be wondering why there are structures here on the surface if these elves lived underground," he said, gesturing towards the marble arches. "The fascinating thing is that these structures were once invisible!"

A wave of astonishment rippled through the students.

"The only reason we can see them now," James continued, "is that the magical formation that cloaked them has degraded. This entire complex was once hidden from sight, a clever defense mechanism to ensure the true entrance remained undiscovered."

William traced his fingers along the smooth marble, marveling at the ingenuity of the elven magic.

"How long ago did this cloaking magic fail?" he asked, curiosity piqued.

"We estimate about a year, perhaps two," James replied. "It took us some time to locate these ruins, primarily because of their remote location."

That region, nestled deep within the mountains, was largely unexplored, its treacherous terrain and harsh climate deterring most travelers. The presence of dangerous magical beasts and the lack of civilization made it a perilous destination. Only the proximity of Snowpeak Academy had prompted Professor James and his fellow re

Massive columns supported the towering structure, a grand staircase leading towards its imposing entrance. William was reminded of the ancient Greek temples he had studied back on Earth, but this elven edifice dwarfed even those impressive constructions.

As they ascended the stairs, a sense of awe washed over the students. The sheer scale of the temple, its intricate carvings and elegant design, filled them with a sense of wonder.

"We believe this was a place of worship and ritual," James explained, his voice hushed with reverence. "During our previous exploration, we discovered numerous books, scrolls, and other artifacts within. Those will be our primary focus today."

Upon entering the temple, the students were awestruck by the sheer volume of artifacts and relics within. Numerous chambers branched off from the central hall, some empty, others furnished with elven craftsmanship: intricately carved furniture, shelves overflowing with books and scrolls, and even an armory displaying ancient elven weaponry.

William's eyes were drawn to a magnificent sword, its blade gleaming as if freshly forged. "This sword looks brand new," he remarked, tracing its intricate design. "It doesn't make sense, considering how much time has passed."

Martha, observing his fascination, nodded. "Indeed," she explained. "The elves used a unique material in their weaponsmithing. This blade is likely still incredibly sharp. We can certainly take it back for study, though I doubt you'll be allowed to keep it for yourself." She knew William favored a blend of magic and swordsmanship, his combat style incorporating both physical and magical prowess.

William, though momentarily disappointed, shrugged it off. He had his demonic sword, a weapon with untold potential. "Of course," he replied. "It should be studied." He knew that even without claiming the elven blade for himself, the knowledge gained from its analysis would be invaluable.

The students, their excitement palpable, dispersed throughout the temple, carefully collecting artifacts and documenting their findings. William, however, couldn't shake a sense of unease. He caught fleeting glimpses of shadows flitting at the edge of his vision, a subtle whisper of movement that sent shivers down his spine. He dismissed it as fatigue or an overactive imagination, but the feeling lingered.

They made repeated trips back to the carriages, their packs laden with elven relics. The process was slow and methodical, but no one was in a hurry. They had stumbled upon a treasure trove of knowledge, a window into a lost civilization. But on the second day, their peaceful exploration took a sinister turn.