It was said to be a staff of the purest Undeath.
Formed out of crystals, it looked untouched by conscious hands. It looked as if it had grown in a deep cave, awaiting its owner for hundreds of thousands of years.
A staff that would grant any Undead the highest status in an instant.
Therefore, it was the greatest staff a Lich could wield.
That was what Grakkis assumed.
However, Aventine wasn't so sure.
'I'll have to take the staff myself if I want to confirm my thoughts.'
That cocoon of
Thus, Aventine just had to grab the staff now.
Dangers?
A bad feeling? A possible detriment? A useless endeavor?
'Who cares?'
