The lava pool was not very large, only about twenty square meters. Crimson lava churned and spat bubbles, radiating such scorching heat that no one dared approach.
"Boss, we don't have the right equipment," Allen said.
"Then figure something out!" Jonathan roared.
The treasure was right before his eyes, yet his men said they could not retrieve it. Jonathan immediately flew into a rage.
The mercenaries opened their gear and found ropes and grappling hooks. One of them swung a hook a few times and threw it out. It caught the box perfectly. But the moment he pulled back, flames sprang up along the rope, and within seconds it burned to ash.
However, the box had been dragged about a meter closer. Jonathan's eyes lit up. "This method works. Keep going."
The mercenaries continued experimenting, and after several attempts, they finally hooked Pandora's Box to the shore.
"Bring it up! Hurry and bring it up!" Jonathan urged.
Using their tools, the mercenaries hauled the box onto the ground. Jonathan excitedly circled it twice. He wanted to hold it directly in his arms, but he was afraid it would be hot. He reached out and tested it, only to find that the box had no heat at all. Instead, it gave off an icy chill.
Jonathan placed his hand on it, and a cool, shadowy aura flowed into him. He immediately sighed. "As expected of a god's treasure. It was soaking in lava, yet it isn't hot at all. It even feels cold."
Jonathan picked it up and examined it from every angle. The box was covered in intricate patterns. Looking at the ruby in the center, Jonathan felt as though streams of light flickered within it, as if it contained a cloud of energy.
"Pandora's Box, it truly is a