The chime returned, but this time it sounded like a sigh of relief.
And she was the most bored woman in all of Christendom. With a snarl, she opened the editor one final time. She did not delete the items. Instead, she highlighted the entire list—every stolen sword, every unearned ingot—and selected . ac valhalla inventory editor
Gungnir crumbled to rust. Mjolnir vanished with a whisper of thunder. Her armor reverted to worn leather and chained mail. A single, flawed sapphire sat in her pouch—the one she had found in a creek as a child, the one that meant something. The chime returned, but this time it sounded