"Alright, it's done."
Orravyn spoke in an indifferent tone.
Seraphielle looked at him, then her eyes fell on the relic hovering in the middle of the room, and the instant she looked at it—
She turned silent.
Not just her, the rest of the Infinities stared at the Relic in silence, waiting for Orravyn to explain what the thing was.
The relic itself looked like a broken crown made of dark, old, worn metal. It was clear that Orravyn didn't use the best possible materials to create this.
And he didn't need to.
As exceptional as Vashti was, at the end of the day, she was only a Transcendent. She was weak, her soul was far weaker than an Eternal's, not to mention her soul had been divided trillions of times. He had no reason to use any more precious metal on this.
Thin golden cracks ran across the relic's surface, glowing faintly, like 'something' inside was trying to break out.
