As Abel moved his fingers, a strange pattern emerged from the little box. As his finger kept moving, more and more patterns appeared.
When the entire pattern emerged, Abel lifted his finger from the box. The pattern began to glow and then disappeared. After, the box automatically opened.
"Finally!" Abel shook his head. The function of things passed down from ancient times was totally different. Abel had to spend time to figure it out by himself.
Luckily his processing ability had been enchanted by the piece of world stone. After half a day, he had managed to open the box.
He curiously gazed turned towards it. What could it be? What could possibly need such a complicated pattern to protect?
There was a strange sign inside. He could not tell what that sign was made out of, at least at that moment.