"Moreover, no ruler managed to unify Jiera like Teneb. A long period of wars and unrest followed the death of the Invincible King, with every freed region blaming its neighbors for the loss of their resources.
"Peace never lasted long, and the attempt to merge the countries that had formed the rebel alliance lasted even less." Tista said.
"Okay, but what does this tell us about this place?" Tista asked.
"Old fake magic runes. The kind you need to carve and cover with mana crystal powder." Quylla replied. "Back then, magic was primitive, and tiers four and five were exclusive to Awakened.
"Yet Solus said she saw an army of constructs, which means the Invincible King knew Forgemastery, Warden magic, and maybe even Alchemy. Nothing of this is recorded in my history books.
"I can’t help but wonder why, if the Invincible King was such a powerful Awakened, he didn’t use these same safeguards to protect his capital."
"I can answer that." Menadion replied. "Those kinds of old runes were impossible to hide and easy to disable. One scratch and the whole array crumbled. Here, the Invincible King could hide them behind rocks, paint, and moss, but in a palace?
"Unless Teneb did the cleaning himself, the house staff was bound to find the runes. As for the golems, they are dumb. If he gave the command ’attack anyone who isn’t me,’ the Invincible King would have no one to serve him in the blink of an eye.
"Leaving the golems in the open required not only a very complex order that traitors could have exploited, but would have also allowed his enemies to study and replicate his creations.
"As you pointed out, Quylla, Teneb was a powerful Awakened. Maybe he even reached the violet core. He probably assumed that no human could harm him and used his skill to protect his treasures after hiding them away. I bet this place is one of his secret stashes."
"One?" Lith echoed. "Do you think there’s more?"
"The only basket worth putting all your eggs into is an omni pocket." Menadion nodded. "Otherwise, leaving all your treasures in one place is no different than begging to be robbed."
***
A few kilometers ahead, deep into the hidden keeps of the Invincible King’s Arsenal number 7.
"I can’t believe that piece of shit of Zarkar Teneb was one of the Black Throne’s disciples." Uragar, the Book of Knowledge, said. "Invincible King, my dusty pages. He never lost a battle because the Black Throne guided and supported him from the shadows!"
"And why do you care?" Salanoth, the Ring of Space, leaned against the wall while waiting for the cursed book to crack the umpteenth magical lock that barred their way.
"Because I’m one of his victims." Uragar snarled. "Teneb and the Throne defeated me. Humiliated me! They stole everything I had accumulated in the treasuries of the kingdom I had built and ransacked my magical library.
"It took me centuries to overcome the shame of being bested by a mere bright-violet core meat sack. I wasted years looking for the perfect host to enact my revenge, and it was all for nothing! I didn’t lose to Teneb. I lost to the Black Throne."
"I can’t believe you whine so much about something that happened over 6,000 years ago." Jorl snorted. "Consider this an opportunity to get back at Teneb and shut up."
"I would agree with you if this weren’t the 27th place the Black Throne pointed us at, and only fucking five of them were left untouched." Uragar replied. "Also, even if we recover what was stolen from me, I’ll have to share it with parasites like you."

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