Finally, the red ticket, the Rank-S pull.
The celebration around him was still in full swing, cheers echoing through the island as people clapped, laughed, and shouted in pure excitement.
Atlas himself couldn't help but feel a wave of satisfaction rise in his chest. This pull was guaranteed to be the rate-up character from the banner. All the effort, all the buildup, this was the moment.
Before diving into it, he swiftly tapped through the remaining brown tickets, clearing his view. That left only two floating tickets. A glowing purple and the ever-glorious red.
With a small grin, he reached for the purple one first.
[You have received Rank-A Item: Memory Fragment Lens]
[Allows seeing an area's past events.]
A small, sleek object shimmered into existence before him. No larger than a monocle, its polished lens catching the festival lights.
Atlas arched an eyebrow, then held it up for everyone to see.
"This thing lets you see the past of a specific place," he explained.
