Chapter 285: Button Up Glasha carefully packed the runic pauldrons. They could probably fit Mateo or me, but they needed padding fitted to them. Of course, their bright-silver appearance was a beacon on the battlefield. The cleric was grinning the entire time, and I was happy we would be done with the job. “We can escort you to Grila,” I offered. A confused look came over the cleric’s face, and I guessed she didn’t see the job as done.“Why would I want to travel to Grila? We still haven’t found any artifacts of the Titans,” she mumbled. “While this piece ages to the Last Battle, it is not enough evidence the battle was fought here.”I looked apologetically at Maveith. I didn’t want to ruin our adventurer reputation, as it was our cover for moving through the Caliphate. I exhaled slowly. “Very well. Where do you wish to search next?”Glasha nodded slowly, probably thinking we might have had thoughts of treachery. The pauldrons were extremely valuable as an artifact. “We will spiral out from this location.”“If that is your wish.” I nodded in assent.We began spiraling outward from where we had uncovered the pauldrons. The battlefield had likely been picked clean of most runic artifacts over the millennia, so stumbling upon them was a stroke of absurd luck. Maybe they weren’t from the final battle at all. Maybe some warlord fell off his flying mount and died out here alone five thousand years ago. I kept that thought to myself. Glasha was in a good mood, and I didn’t want to ruin it.The next day, about two miles from the pauldrons, I found three buried shields relatively close together. They were a bit deeper down, almost twelve feet, but I was guessing they were artifacts since they had stood the (...)