Procuring Ingredients

Nadia calmly gazed back at the old foggies. She didn't move nor disperse her concealment, just staring back at them with her tiny purplish-golden eyes, and after a few seconds, nothing really happened.

The old foggies didn't say anything either, causing the uncomfortable women to speak out.

"Who… who are you all?" Shirley couldn't help but ask, "Guardians?"

"We don't deserve such a title, although you may indeed address as the Twelve Gatekeepers of the Treasury."

One of them spoke in a tired voice before they no longer bothered with them, returning to sleep.

Mistress Zahara and Schleya could only look at each other in confusion, not knowing what had just happened before they continued their pace. Soon, they appeared before the cube-like structure and saw that there were a few people going in and coming out.

Shirley couldn't help but grin, wondering what was inside the treasury.