Stadium
"I'll be there in a minute!" A voice replied from inside in response to his knocks. Since he always followed the same pattern to knock, it seemed Haesha had gotten accustomed to it.
"Okay," Jyorta said, leaning on the wall beside. He played around with the glass jar in his hands, watching the yellow dust move around, looking no different to regular coarse grains. But, based on his experience, he knew. Each particle was equivalent to a Tier 5 Artifact; the resistance offered was probably around the same level too.
The only difference when compared to a legit Tier 5 Artifact was the amount of psychic energy needed to finish the refining process. Jyorta tossed and turned it, catching it each time without fail. Not once did he try to use his psychic arm to try to refine the yellow dust inside.