As his gaze slowly fell on the Golden Benba Bottle, which seemed to have fallen from its pedestal, he couldn't help but gasp in shock.
The elegant and exquisite bottle now bore numerous sunken bullet impacts.
The originally smooth and flawless surface had become uneven, like distressing scars on a beauty's face.
Those few dazzling Five-Colored Gemstones once adorned it like the brightest stars in the night sky.
Now, they too had been struck by bullets, shattered into tiny fragments, their brilliance dimmed.
After this devastation, the Buddhist treasure had lost all its mysterious aura, no longer able to restore its former opulence and grace.
Inside the dark secret room.
A row of security footage screens displayed static, with scattered white dots flickering continuously.
Only a few screens remained stable, continuously showing clear recordings captured by surveillance cameras.
One of the screens appeared frozen, the image still and unmoving,
