Corpse, Feather, and Nest (Part 2)

"Valeron?" Lith opened his eyes wide at that name, remembering Solus's dream about the white crystals and the sword. "If they date back to almost one thousand years ago, how can they be that powerful?

"Back then, Menadion had yet to invent decent runes, let alone modern ones. Magic has improved by leaps and bounds since then. No matter how powerful their enchantments are, now they should be crap, like the Odi equipment."

"You are indeed right, they should." Mirim nodded. "Yet they are not. Every time there is a breakthrough in the mystical and the Forgemastering arts, Lady Tyris upgrades her spells accordingly.

"Then, she makes a trip to the Desert to update all of her creations."

"Does Salaark has an endless mine of Davross and white crystals or what?" The more he heard, the harder Lith found it to believe.