Michael studied the spear in silence, letting his eyes trace every line of its runes and the subtle shimmer of its crystalline blade.
The longer he looked, the more certain he became of one thing—this weapon was immensely powerful. And though he had no solid proof, his instincts told him it could probably be wielded effectively even at Rank 3.
But power wasn't the only thing on his mind.
A thought tugged at the edge of his curiosity.
Could the spear, like his undead, be enhanced further through the use of extraordinary materials during evolution?
It was a question without an easy answer. Unlike the undead, which—while technically not alive—were still biological creatures, the spear was… well, just a thing. An object. Metal and magic. Whether the rules of evolution would apply to something like this was uncertain at best.
Not that he could test it now, even if he wanted to.
