"…Guns?"
Her voice came out flat and disappointed.
Boxes upon boxes.
Shelves upon shelves.
Rows stretching from one end of the vault to the other, tightly packed, meticulously arranged, leaving almost no empty space in between.
Jenna stepped further inside, her low heels echoing faintly against the cold, reinforced floor as her gaze swept across the contents. At first glance, there was nothing mystical about it. No glowing artifacts. No antiques…
Just weapons.
Her brows slowly drew together.
Rifles of different builds. Heavy-caliber sniper systems. Compact submachine guns. Handguns arranged in velvet-lined cases. Ammunition crates stacked in neat, intimidating rows.
Military-grade.
Jenna walked past one shelf. Her finger brushed lightly against the cold metal of a rifle. They were new, perfect.
Still…
Her expression didn't change.
"I wasted my excitement for this?" she muttered under her breath. "So annoying."
