The dim light of the ancient lantern flickered across the polished surface of the vase, casting long shadows that danced like uneasy spirits along the stone walls of the royal chamber. Liam's fingers traced the intricate runes etched into its side, his breath catching as a faint hum of power vibrated against his skin.
*'One more time. Just to be sure.'*
He focused, and the familiar blue glow of the system interface materialized before his eyes.
**[Item: Vase of Origin Energy]**
**[Description: A vessel infused with primordial essence—the raw energy that once forged the foundations of worlds. Commonly found among the belongings of those who traverse realms.]**
Liam tapped the description, his jaw tightening. The text expanded.
**[Origin Energy: The fundamental force used to create and bind existence itself. Harvestable from otherworldly artifacts and those who carry the mark of crossed worlds.]**
