The Eclipsed Order

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Draven’s Hidden Treasures

That evening, Draven returned with me to my dormitory.

I had expected him to simply hand over whatever artifacts he had prepared, but instead, the moment the door closed behind us, he raised one hand.

Snap.

His fingers flicked.

The entire room disappeared.

For a brief moment, I couldn’t even tell which way was up.

Then my feet touched solid ground.

I looked around.

We were standing inside a vast, unfamiliar chamber. There were no windows, no doors, and no signs that the place existed anywhere near the academy. The walls stretched far into the darkness, covered with strange magical markings that seemed to move whenever I looked away.

"What is this place?"

Draven glanced around casually.

"I made it."

"You made it?"

"Using magic."

He said it as though creating an entire hidden space was nothing worth mentioning.

I looked around again.

"This isn’t an ordinary storage room."

"Of course not."

Draven walked forward.

"I needed somewhere to keep things that shouldn’t be left in the normal world. Some of the relics here are old enough that simply removing them from their resting places can cause their magical power to leak out."

"Is it really that dangerous?"

"Of course it is."

He glanced back at me.

"Some of them have been undisturbed for thousands of years. If you pull them out carelessly, the surrounding mana can become unstable."

I nodded.

That made sense.

Then Draven stopped beside the first display.

"Let’s start with something relatively simple."

He reached toward a small green ring resting inside a transparent magical container.

"This is the Ring of the World Tree, also known as the Seed of the Ancient World."

He lifted it carefully.

The ring contained a tiny crystal shaped like a seed.

"It greatly strengthens the user’s connection to nature. Plants, living organisms, regeneration, even the mana surrounding you... everything becomes easier to perceive and manipulate."

I stared at it.

"How old is it?"

"Don’t know."

Draven smiled faintly.

"Elven records claim it was made from a fallen branch of the World Tree by an ancient sage. Some elves believe it predates recorded history."

I couldn’t help staring.

"Something like this was just sitting here?"

"Pretty much."

He placed it aside and picked up another.

The second ring was completely different.

Black.

Grotesque.

Tiny teeth decorated its surface.

"This one is the Devourer’s Ring, the Ring of Endless Consumption."

My expression changed slightly.

"It was created from the core of an Abyssal Devourer. It can absorb part of the magical energy contained in attacks that strike the wearer and convert that energy into physical or magical power."

"That’s ridiculous."

Draven chuckled.

"That’s why it’s a relic."

He moved to the third ring.

It was silver-black, with tiny points of light moving across its surface like distant stars.

"And this is the Ring of the Starless Sky, the Ring of Astral Dominion."

He turned it slightly.

"It allows the wearer to perceive magical energy across enormous distances and temporarily manipulate gravity around themselves."

"The oldest record was found beneath an ancient observatory in the desert. Some scholars don’t even believe it was made by humans."

I looked at the three rings lying before me.

Each one was extraordinary.

And apparently, they were only the beginning.

Draven continued showing me the remaining relics, explaining each one briefly as we moved through the chamber.

The Mask of the Faceless King was a white mask without any recognizable features.

"Once you wear it, you can alter how people perceive you. Your face, your race, even the way people remember you can be changed."

"So I could become anyone?"

"Anyone you want."

He tapped the mask lightly.

"And it can suppress your magical signature as well."

Next came the Twin Stars, a pair of silver earrings containing tiny blue crystals.

"They synchronize the wearer’s mana flow, greatly improving magical control and reaction speed. They’re especially powerful beneath the night sky."

Then came the Heart of the Abyss.

A small black crystal hung from a silver chain.

"This can absorb curses and magical attacks, along with small amounts of spiritual energy."

Draven paused.

"The interesting part is what’s inside."

"Inside?"

"An internal space that doesn’t follow normal physical laws."

I stared at the pendant.

"You’re saying there’s another space inside that little thing?"

"That’s what the records suggest."

He then showed me a pair of silver bracelets.

"These are Heaven’s Shackles."

I raised an eyebrow.

"They don’t look impressive."

"They aren’t meant to."

Draven’s expression became serious.

"They can suppress magical energy and restrict abilities. They’re nearly impossible to destroy, and their original purpose wasn’t combat."

"Then what were they made for?"

"Prisoners."

That single answer was enough.

Draven placed the bracelets back into their container.

"An ancient civilization created them because they were afraid of beings capable of destroying entire cities."

I stared at the bracelets for a moment longer.

So these weren’t simply weapons.

They were tools designed to restrain monsters.

Draven continued.

By the time he finished showing me the relics, my head was already filled with enough information to make me question everything I thought I knew about this world.

Then he stopped.

There was one final weapon resting inside a larger container.

A black sword.

Even while sealed, it gave off an oppressive presence.

Draven looked at it.

"Since you don’t have a proper sword yet, I’ll give you this one as well."

He opened the container.

The moment the sword was exposed, the atmosphere changed.

My eyes widened.

"This..."

I could feel the power contained within the blade.

Draven lifted it.

"This is Eclipse Devourer."

I stared at the sword.

Unlike the other relics, this one didn’t feel ancient merely because of its age.

It felt dangerous.

"This sword was forged from the remains of several ancient monsters. An Abyss Dragon’s scale, the core of a World Devouring Beast, the fang of a Primordial Wolf, the horn of a Titan, and metal from a meteor."

I slowly reached toward it.

Draven stopped me.

"Not yet."

He looked at me seriously.

"You need to become its owner first."

"How?"

"Blood."

He drew the edge of the blade lightly across my finger.

A drop of blood fell onto the sword.

The black blade immediately reacted.

A dark pulse spread through the chamber.

I felt something connect to me.

Draven continued.

"Only someone with sufficient strength or a powerful enough magical foundation can wield it. Otherwise, the relic will reject them, or burn their bodies into ashes"

The sword suddenly began changing.

The blade shortened, then lengthened again, its shape shifting freely before returning to its original form.

My eyes widened.

"It can change shape?"

"Freely."

Draven handed it to me.

"And you can summon it whenever you need it. So you don’t have to carry it around like an ordinary sword."

I stared at the weapon in my hand.

"Is this really mine now?"

"If the relic accepted your blood, yes."

I couldn’t help smiling.

"That’s almost unbelievable."

I looked around the strange chamber.

"To think weapons like this actually exist... This world really is extraordinary."

Draven smiled.

"You haven’t even seen everything yet."

I looked at him.

"What?"

He turned toward the remaining containers.

"Those were only the relics I decided you could handle for now."

My eyes widened.

"There’s more?"

"Hm Hm."

I immediately looked around the chamber again.

For the first time since arriving, I realized just how enormous the place actually was.

Thousands of years of history were apparently sitting inside this ridiculous magical storage space.

And Draven had casually handed me some of the treasures hidden within it.

I couldn’t stop myself from grinning.

This was incredible.

Draven watched my reaction before finally shaking his head.

"You’re enjoying this far too much."

"Of course I am."

I looked down at Eclipse Devourer.

"I just received a legendary sword."

Then I glanced toward the relics behind him.

"And several ancient artifacts."

Draven laughed quietly.

"Fair enough."

He turned around.

"Come on. We’ll leave the rest for another time."

He raised his hand.

The chamber began fading around us.

A moment later, we were standing inside my dormitory again.

To think he’d give me these just like that.

I lay back on the bed, raising one hand as I looked at the ten rings resting across my fingers. Each one carried a different design, and even without knowing everything about them, I could tell that none were ordinary artifacts.

"Even one of these is priceless. I’m pretty sure an entire noble estate wouldn’t be enough to buy a single one."

Draven glanced at the rings without much interest.

"I could have used them myself."

I turned toward him.

"Then why didn’t you?"

"Because I’m a dragon."

He sounded as though that alone explained everything.

"Among dragons, relying on human-made artifacts to increase our magical power is considered disgraceful. Especially when we’re using them to compensate for our own shortcomings."

I looked back at the rings.

"So you just kept all of them hidden without ever using them?"

"That’s right."

I couldn’t help sighing.

"That’s boring."

Draven laughed.

"I knew you’d say that."

I continued examining the rings for a moment before another thought crossed my mind.

"By the way, what kind of dragon are you?"

Draven looked at me with a slightly puzzled expression.

"What kind?"

"You’ve lived for an absurd amount of time, you’ve collected artifacts like these, and you seem to know more about magic than most scholars ever could. I’m curious about how much you actually mastered yourself."

Draven’s expression immediately became proud.

"Fufu. So that’s what you’re interested in."

He leaned back slightly.

"During my lifetime, I mastered ten elemental attributes and countless spells. I spent centuries studying magic, experimenting with different techniques, and refining my understanding of each element."

My eyes widened.

"Ten elemental attributes?"

"Yes."

He smiled confidently.

"And I didn’t stop there. There are countless spells I’ve learned over the years, many of which have already been forgotten by the time you were born."

I stared at him for a moment.

"Woah... you’re actually incredible."

"Of course I am."

Draven laughed loudly, clearly pleased with himself.

I shook my head.

That confidence was probably never going away.

Still, considering the relics he had casually handed over and the amount of magical knowledge he possessed, I couldn’t exactly say he was exaggerating.

I looked down at the ten rings again.

Perhaps I really had been lucky to meet this dragon.

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