Neo stepped toward the orb of dark material.
Up close, it did not look like simple metal. The surface shifted in a way that refused to settle into one thing. Smooth in one angle, uneven in the next, as if it had been shaped and reshaped without ever choosing a final form.
He crouched.
His hand moved forward slowly.
The tip of his finger touched it.
The reaction came at once.
[Soul-Window]
[You have obtained Soul Relic: The Thousand-Form Relic]
[Rank: Divine]
Neo didn't move.
For a breath, he simply stayed there, crouched in front of the orb, the window hovering in front of him like something that didn't belong to him.
His attention fixed on a single word.
Divine.
"Divine…" he murmured before he even realized he had spoken.
A laugh tried to come out and got stuck somewhere between disbelief and greed.
'Just like my class… Divine. What kind of absurd luck is this?'
He stared at the orb again.
