“The Veil also erases all traces of the tower presence, so even if someone comes checking on the geyser, they won’t find anything. Even someone as paranoid as Lith would think it was just a wild surge of world energy.”

“Thanks, Mom. I will.” Solus nodded.

Only a few geysers held magical resources, but she took a cursory sweep of the area with the Beacon, even when there was nothing to mine with the Watchtower. Most of the time, Solus found only things that would make an archeologist’s day.

On a few occasions, she encountered what she was almost certain had been ancient ore deposits. They were located not too deep in the ground and were surrounded by decrepit cloaking and earth-sealing arrays.

Yet what truly gave their original purpose out was the presence of massive enchanted doors guarding the deposits’ only entrance. They were made of simple silver, and no worthwhile gemstone was embossed on their surface.

After all, there was no point in building a door more valuable than the contents of the vault itself.

‘Most of these deposits are centuries if not millennia old.’ The Beacon couldn’t examine things like dust deposits, but Solus had a deep understanding of runes and could identify how long each magical formation dated back based on the runes they employed.