A Child's Despair

The putrid smell of curses filled the dark room as Rosalind and Lucas approached the boxes nearby.

Their steps light, their actions careful as they walked across the small room full of cursed weapons. To make sure that they would not encounter any problems, Rosalind wrapped their bodies with dark mists. She did not want to suddenly have any problems if they somehow tripped a trap that they were not aware of.

"This is it," she pointed at a box to her left. There was still a mountain of unopened boxes that were carefully stacked on top of each other. She was pointing at the one near the bottom. "I can feel it from that box," she said in certainty.

Without saying a word, Lucas slowly lifted the boxes one by one and put them to the side. There were not many of them, but each one was full of cursed weapons. He needed to be careful in order to avoid breaking each box and accidentally hurting himself.

Then he opened the box and frowned at what looked like a ball inside it.