Seven hours passed since I had descended this dangerous mountain and got many things, but my biggest haul was the storage ring.
I have found enough things in there, and they are good enough, that even if I return now, there would be a big smile on my face.
I am quite lucky to find it.
It is very hard for spatial rings to remain in such condition for thousands of years, in an environment like this. The only reason it did, is because of its grade; it was pretty high, much better than the one I am wearing on my finger.
A few minutes passed, and I slowed my face.
My expression turned serious, and I took a turn, before crouching down, under a very dangerous-looking broken formation.
I kept walking for a four and half minutes before I had stopped.
Have some idea about my story? Comment it and let me know.
Golden Tickets and Votes, Please. Golden Tickets and Votes, Please. Golden Tickets and Votes, Please. Golden Tickets and Votes, Please. Golden Tickets and Votes, Please. Golden Tickets and Votes, Please. Golden Tickets and Votes, Please. Golden Tickets and Votes, Please. Golden Tickets and Votes, Please. Golden Tickets and Votes, Please.