"About that..." Leo started, scratching the back of his head. He looked away from the High Priest, focusing on a stained glass window depicting a saint spearing a demon. "It's a funny story, really."
Remus didn't look amused. His face was a mask of pale, trembling terror. "Funny? The Black Sky is a Calamity-Class artifact! It is capable of warping reality! Where is the box, Leo? Did you drop it? Did the bandits take it?"
"No, no," Leo waved his hand dismissively. "The bandits didn't get it. I handled them. But you should have seen the size of the monster raid, Remus. It was incredible."
Leo widened his eyes, mimicking a storyteller at a tavern.
"First, there were the boars. Hundreds of them! Big, hairy, angry pigs with glowing tusks. They smashed into the cart like a battering ram. Bam! The wheels were creaking, the wood was splintering. I thought Hilda—that's the mule—was going to have a heart attack right there."
