Hajin stopped his hand above the blue sword and kept his fingers away from the case, watching the King instead.
The notice from the previous moment remained fixed in his vision, and its meaning had quietly changed the vault around him.
Until now, every connection to the Goddess of Reincarnation had lived inside his soul, his Rings, or the summons tied to him. A physical relic would make the dead woman's influence far less distant than he had believed.
'How did anything carrying her power reach this sealed vault?'
The King had offered three items from a collection protected by royal seals, and the answer could be hiding among thousands of ordinary treasures.
If the Goddess's power had left the Veil in the distant past, someone had carried it into Elurus long ago. If the relics had formed here naturally, then the world had touched her fragment without Hajin ever knowing.
He looked across the chamber and measured its enormous depth in slow, careful blinks.
