The story of a retired soldier who lurks in a group of thieves, and waits for an opportunity to fight a group of demons alone.
They bypassed the border defenses and landed at the western landing point at night. After the muscular men there to aid them left, they scuttled the wooden boat quickly so it wouldn't be discovered by any patrolling guards and carved marks on dozens of trees at the end of the beach in preparation for their escape.
Before the sun had risen, they arrived at the entrance of a ruins that was once a city of the
Dravidian people, now known as the Mound of the Dead. It was speculated that there were ruins of even larger cities under this land, but their target was not the city itself but the ancient seals excavated from within it. These easily tradable items were more valuable than so-called civilization.
They took these seals to the east bank of the Indus River and dug up the bull-shaped seals that were previously buried here. If everything went as planned, these would appear in the palace of Duke Dama in one month, and various imitations would appear in the markets of Europe before long.
While everyone was happily counting these treasures, something went wrong with the raft that had been tied up temporarily. When they jumped into the water to salvage it, they found that half of the packages had sunk into the water. Perhaps Varuna had intervened because he didn't want these treasures to fall into the hands of outsiders.
| Keywords | Translated keywords |
|---|---|
| Dead Hills | Valley of Death |