The golden system notification hung suspended in Hajin's field of vision, its radiant letters shimmering brightly against the subterranean gloom.
[Notice: Activate 'Divine Eyes' to perceive the Goddess's distinct celestial resonance signature.]
Beside him, King Atheron paused near a towering vitrine of polished crystal, casually gesturing toward a magnificent broadsword that bathed the aisle in blazing crimson light.
"If you seek offensive supremacy, the Flame of Astaria was forged from the heart of a fallen star during the Second Crusade," the King suggested, his deep voice carrying the pride of a dynasty.
"Its edge can cleave through a wyvern's armored scales like warm butter, and its hilt is anchored by three master-tier fire rubies," Atheron added, expecting the young summoner to claim the radiant blade without hesitation.
*A sword that blazes like a bonfire only tells every archer on the field where to aim,* Hajin thought, turning his eyes away from the crimson glow.
