Lucien returned to his chamber within Lootwell Castle. The night outside was silent yet the air trembled faintly as if reality itself awaited his next move.
He sat on the edge of his bed and opened his INVENTORY. He grabbed two loots.
The Twin Orbs of Genesis and Requiem. And the Orb of Imitation.
Lucien stared at them with wonder.
Now that his system had evolved, he could finally see their rarity.
"Above Legendary... Mythical," he muttered.
He didn't even know if anything existed beyond that tier. But one thing was certain. Any being below Primordial entities would kill for them.
The twin orbs hovered, circling one another as if in a cycle of eternal rebirth. Within them flowed opposing energies.
Life and death.
Lucien reached out. Even before contact, he could feel the warmth and chill. It felt like the pulse and stillness of the world itself.
Without any hesitation, he crushed the twin orbs in his hand.
