The weapon rested neatly within a foam-lined interior.
Its body was matte ivory, with faint silver engravings running along the slide. The grip looked custom-molded, and subtle lines along the barrel hinted at some form of enchantment.
Even Ezekiel could immediately tell that it wasn't an ordinary firearm.
Lysa placed her hands proudly on her hips.
"Beautiful, right?"
Viola stepped closer and examined it carefully.
Her eyes sharpened slightly.
She picked up the pistol and tested its weight in her hand.
It fit perfectly.
As if it had been made specifically for her.
Ezekiel leaned slightly closer.
"A pistol?"
Lysa nodded proudly.
"Not just any pistol. This one's custom-built for Vivi."
She tapped the side of the weapon.
"It's made from minerals mined inside dungeons. The metal, the gunpowder, everything comes from dungeon materials."
She grinned proudly.
