Kaelos pulled out his final item: the Crown of the Fallen.
Daniel's eyes widened when he saw the item in Kaelos's hand. His blood boiled, and he felt an overwhelming, inexplicable connection to the crown.
It wasn't just his blood—his entire being resonated with it, as if they shared the same origin.
"What the hell is that…?" he muttered to himself. No matter how hard he stared or thought about it, no clue came to mind about what this thing actually was.
What could it be? Another relic of the Fallen God? What else could make his blood surge like this?
On the other hand, Schneitz and Logan, both breathing heavily, stared at the crown. Its aura alone made it clear that it was far stronger than any of the other items Kaelos had used so far.
"This… is it divine-grade?" Schneitz narrowed his eyes, seemingly recognizing the crown's aura.
"Heh, looks like you figured it out. But it's already too late," Kaelos sneered, glancing down at the crown in his hand.
