As Timothy stepped through the door, he found himself momentarily stunned.
It wasn't just a room, it was a full-fledged exhibition hall tucked away on the first floor of the Hunter Association's building.
The space stretched farther than he expected, cleanly lit with sleek, modern panels that cast a cold but dignified glow on everything within.
Rows of raised glass displays lined the hall, each showcasing an assortment of items, some humble, others quietly radiating power.
Weapons of all kinds: swords, spears, gauntlets, and even strange experimental firearms, were arranged neatly on stands.
Armour pieces hung like preserved art, light leathers, reinforced cloth, and a few heavier plates.
Some shimmered with faint enchantments, others looked nearly mundane.
There were even postbox-sized containers with materials and cores sealed within, glowing softly with latent mana.
Timothy's gaze drifted to one particular enclosure showcasing a large, scaly claw resting on velvet.
