He tests the weight of the blade, letting the faint resonance of the weapon hum against his skin. The air around it vibrates like a living thing—pure Tier 6 craftsmanship, ancient and refined.
Kyra whistles softly. "Good choice. That thing looks like it could cut through steel like butter."
Bragg nods approvingly, arms crossed. "Can't argue with that one. What about your second pick?"
Alix's gaze sweeps across the pedestal. His eyes linger briefly on the halberd, but then slide toward the gauntlet—the one pulsing with dull red veins of magma-light. He reaches out, his expression a mix of calm and calculated curiosity. When his fingers brush its surface, a faint warmth spreads through his hand, like the weapon itself recognizes him.
He lifts it, testing the balance. The air ripples faintly, and the glow under the gauntlet's surface flares once before dimming again.
"This one," Alix says simply, turning it over.
