REUSE ME

As you peer at the rock altar in front of you, you can't help but revel at the construction of it. Seamlessly constructed with azure jewels placed just so in a radial pattern, collapsing towards a single point. A single, empty point. An absence you assume to be a mistake. Quickly surveying the area for something that might fit there, you find nothing. However, someone who had not been there before has shown up. Perhaps he might know the whereabouts of the shrine's missing piece.