Rhys let out a deep breath, eyes scanning the glowing text.
A growth-type relic… bound to him. Its strength would grow as he did. Even at Rank 2, it was already powerful—far more than most weapons. He could only imagine how strong it would become later.
He closed the window and nodded. No point in staring at it longer. He slid the Ruinous Darkness Blade back into its sheath. The faint purple glow faded, but he could still feel it beating in time with his own heart, as if it had become part of him.
The room was quiet. The smell of polished wood and faint incense hung in the air—typical of the better inns in Golden Fortune City. Outside, he could hear laughter and voices from the busy streets. The city moved on like normal, as if he hadn't just survived a deadly trial.
Rhys stretched, his muscles sore but holding. The fight had been more about willpower than physical damage, and that kind of strain lingered. Still, he had won. He had claimed something worth the risk.