"This is… completely screwed."
I muttered under my breath, staring down at the small sphere in my hand.
The Dreamscape Orb—my most prized artifact, the core of nearly all my combat ability—was cracked.
A thin, spiderweb-like fracture ran across its otherwise flawless surface, glinting faintly under the morning light.
Last night, while I was training, I'd heard a faint crack, but I hadn't paid much attention. I thought it was just the sound of mana settling—nothing serious.
Apparently, I was wrong.
"Just great," I sighed, rubbing my temples.
The Dreamscape Orb wasn't something that could be easily replaced. It wasn't just a magical tool—it was the tool. Everything I'd built up so far, my entire fighting style, relied on it.
And now it was about to fall apart in my hands.
If the crack spread even a little further, it wouldn't just stop working—it would shatter.
