There were two chests, a golden one and a metal one. Apart from those, two glass beads were shining like stars, their brilliance piercing through a thick coat of black mucus and slimy saliva. Gribouille had transported them in his mouth, and Sandrine didn't even want to imagine the taste of this black goo. The puppy was really a strong warrior.
Anyway, considering the state of those fragments of myth, it was safe to assume that they had been hidden in the dirt, not proudly shown like the chests. The two other times Sandrine had found some, they were also deeply embedded in the bosses' beddings, as if hidden from sight. Maybe those weren't made to be found.
Sandrine felt happy with this thought, as if she was the only one privy to a secret.
Anyway, now she had three fragments of myth on hand, she could use them everytime something dangerous happened, and maybe she would soon evolve her species !
