When Thoren's finger was only a fraction of a centimeter from the statue, he paused completely.
His breathing trembled and sweat dripped from his forehead to the cold floor below.
'This is too risky,' he thought to himself.
'I still have the chance to retreat from this madness.'
'Besides, I might not even need the chain. A holy artifact is likely useless to a necromancer like me.'
'Indeed, this action is far too reckless,' his rational mind screamed.
Various thoughts ran through his mind at blinding speed, each one warring for dominance.
'But with my talent, how could a mere god statue stop me from taking what I want?'
This was the core reason for his reckless action. He possessed an Ex Rank talent. Why would he need to fear a mere statue of a forgotten god?
With that thought appearing in his mind, it bloomed quickly into certainty, refusing to be dismissed or ignored.
