Chapter 104

Domeric gazed at the half broken tower in front of him as well as the magma that flew around it's bases.

This particular tower was built on top of hill which saved it from the fate of being consumed by the magma like so many others.

That didn't change the fact the place was still unbearably hot and the magical runes in his suit were working overtime to keep the temperature inside at normal. The wardstone he had put at the center of the chest area was still only slightly grey. When it turns completely white, the suit would run out of magic and would start using his own magic to run it's functions. Though he had always been careful to leave the city before the Wardstone could turn light grey.

He flew on the broom and entered the tower through one of the broken windows.

The patronus lit the dark inside of the tower. The was once filled with dozens of ghosts but he had exorcised them. He might not have the power to exorcise the hundreds of thousands of ghosts roaming the city but he could easily exorcise a few of them.

He carefully flew down on his broom, going down and down until he finally came in front of the vault that he had reached the last time before he had to leave because of his wardstone running out of power.

He looked at the 10 foot large Steel door barring his way to the vault that he had found in one of his magical scans.

The Vault door was filled from top to bottom with runes that were carved in the Valyrian magical language. Thankfully, the runes had run out of magic centuries ago and by this point, the doors were simple steel and nothing more.

He used his magic to peel off the surface of the steel door, taking away all the magical runes with them. He would study them at a later date.

The peeled off surface was then folded into a roll and safely put inside his Bottomless bag.

Another magical scan told him that there was no other magical rune in the vault door. So he used transfiguration to turn the center of the steel door into water. Making a large enough hole in it for him to pass easily through.

The stag once again led the way and he followed it into a large and spacius room the size of half a foot ball field that was filled with gold, treasures, magical artifacts that had run out of magic, magical stones that could be used as wardstones, beautiful and ancient dragon eggs. And the most important of them all… books.

Of course, centuries of time had turned most of the books to dust. So he had to use magic to repair them back to their prime.

That… took more out of him than he had expected.

He shook his head and opened the mouth of his bottomless bag. Then with another wave of his wand, the books flew out of their place in the shelves and entered the bag one by one.

Once that was done, he moved toward dragon eggs and put his hand on top of one of them. Even through the rubber gloves, he was able to feel the magic inside the eggs.

This one was… dead.