The skeleton in front of Emrys was partially buried in the rocky ground. Its bones had already weathered and yellowed by the long passage of time. The clothing it wore was tattered and faded, with fragments of fabric clinging loosely to the skeletal frame.
The skeleton's hand clutched a small, almost rusted metal token. The metal was inscribed with ancient symbols that were barely visible. Despite its age, the token had an aura of significance, as if it held some important place.
The skeleton's skull was tilted slightly. It was facing the massive warship, almost as if the person had died while looking at it.
Emrys sighed at the skeleton and picked up the token. Observing the token, Emrys didn't find anything suspicious or something that could prove that this token was a treasure. However, he could still feel a powerful spatial fluctuation from this token, but this fluctuation was being tightly restricted by something unknown.