Even though David had mentally prepared himself in advance, by the time he emerged from the treasury cradling a Sealing Magic Box, more than two and a half months had passed.
There was no helping it. The temptations were simply too numerous.
Initially, just the war spoils from the Dragon Queen nearly paralyzed him with desire.
If he hadn't been worried about being saddled with some title like 'the one who shuns dragons,' he really would have liked to take that desiccated Stribe's Eagle, which resembled a dragon's horn.
After all, it was a divine corpse. Even if he didn't care about the divinity within, just using it as a weapon would probably come with the property of Mortal Immortality.
Or perhaps if he buried it in the Astral Plane, one day it might even 'grow' into a demigod spawn for him to toy with.
