Just then, his eyes caught something at the very corner of the storage ring. A small, unassuming box sat there, almost hidden under the piles of cores and spiritual herbs. "Huh? What's this?"
Max reached out, pulling the box into his hand. It was cold to the touch, unnaturally so, as though it carried a chill from some distant realm. Carefully, he opened it.
Inside was a single object—a card, pitch black and faintly gleaming with an eerie light. It wasn't metal, wood, jade, or stone. It was… something else entirely. Its surface was smooth yet unsettling to look at, as if it absorbed the light around it.
Max stared at it, tilting his head slightly. "What's this supposed to be…?" he muttered, feeling a strange, almost ominous sensation crawling along his fingertips just from holding it.
