Mop
Lex followed Giselle without hesitation. After all, now he knew what the strange feeling he got from his innate ability was. If he ran into any more time fractures, he could identify them himself even if her watch failed to detect it.
The room that they had broken into looked like a store room, as odd as that seemed. It just felt a little mundane for an ancient temple hiding a secret, powerful treasure to have a room filled with dusting cloths and mops among other things.
In fact, Lex grabbed a broom and observed it closely.
"You'd think they would use arrays or formations to keep things clean in this place. What's the point of keeping a mop?"
Giselle, who was walking past the mops paused, and turned to look at him oddly.
"Weren't you the one who was telling me we don't have time to waste?"