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Chapter 73 Items...
It was almost impossible to think about, even with a mighty warrior like Night Terror, the kingdom of Red Mine used to lose?
From the description, Twilight won several battles… but that was all that was said. Nothing was spoken of a lose. It just said "What is left is now corruption and carnage."
It said a lot and at the same time said too little.
Northern didn't want to impose his thoughts too much on what the description could be.
It could mean what befell Twilight and the kingdom he fought for or it could simply be talking in the trails left as madness consumed them and as opposed to the pride and joy Twilight donned this armor, what was left was now corruption and carnage.
Northern found no better link for it than the madness. He had seen how insane it drove a warrior.
But that was him imposing his thoughts on what the description could be.
If he was to be rational, that would mean nothing… nothing at all was spoken of a defeat in the item's description.
Northern wanted to follow that notion. He just couldn't keep his thoughts from flowing into what might be. And strangely, it felt right.
He decided to discard these shards of clues… perhaps later as the nights progress, or as he checks other items, they'd progress.
'Well, let's look at the rest first…'
The excitement of wanting to find out how much he had gained was just so overwhelming that he couldn't wait any more.
Name: [Silver Sword]
Type: Weapon
Rank: [Superior]
Order: [I]
Description: [A Hero rose and his light illuminated the darkness of the world]
Weapon Abilities: [Beacon Of Hope]
Beacon Of Hope: [When the sword is raised up, silvery feathers appear and swirl softly around you. Every ally within 30ft of you is immune to the effect of fear and intimidation]
Northern raised his chin slightly.
'Nothing good about this… I have no plans to become a general ever again. But the description though. I suppose there was a well distinguished warrior that expunged darkness from the world'
But that was that about it. Even that information was too little to make anything of.
'I guess I really can't pour my thoughts into these things. They have to make sense on their own or not much can be known. I could presume and be wrong.'
The best thing to do was to just follow what made sense. Just like the ocean of blood description from Mortal Blade and the red stones of the prison mine. That made a lot of sense.
He went on to the next:
Name: [Death glare]
Type: Weapon
Rank: [Superior]
Order: [II]
Description: [Driven by utter madness, even the Hero of light became an accursed soul, enchanted by the beauty of darkness]
Weapon Abilities: [Death Kiss], [Blood Drinker]
Death Kiss: [Anyone stabbed by this dagger is bound to die]
Blood Drinker: [When the dagger is suspended into a target for a while, it continues to drink up the target's blood. When the dagger is full it changes skin from black to crimson, this blood can be used to heal another by stabbing the dagger into them]
One of the reasons Northern was so hung up about this dagger was the [Blood Drinker] ability.
It was a type of healing ability—which he didn't have—in fact, he had considered copying a healing ability first thing when his talent slot increased.
'Now that I look at it… the dagger and the silver sword might be talking about the same person.' Northern reasoned.
The silver sword spoke about a hero, death glare also spoke about a hero.
'Does that mean this Hero later fell into the darkness he was supposed to be illuminating? How laughable.' Northern scoffed.
Then he continued to inspect the rest of the items, oblivious to the silent passing of time.
With a frightening focus and attention to every detail Northern inspected all other twenty three items.
And he now divided them based on their usefulness.
There were quite a number of useless items, there were average ones which could come in handy and there were exceptional ones that wowed even him…. The best of which were:
Name: [Earring Of Forgotten Flames]
Type: Charm
Rank: [Normal]
Order: [I]
Description: [My Flames have been forgotten…]
Weapon Abilities: [Normal Fire Resistance]
Name: [Shadowglass]
Type: Weapon
Rank: [Arcane]
Order: [I]
Description: [A thousand shadows live in this ghostly stiletto]
Weapon Abilities: [Shadow Restrain]
Shadow Restrain: [This ghostly stiletto can be used to restrain a creature through its shadows]
Name: [Guiders]
Type: Gloves
Rank: [Normal]
Order: [I]
Description: [Worn by exorcist, this gloves expels the dark]
Weapon Abilities: [Untainted]
Untainted: [When this hand wraps are equipped, you are resistant to necrotic and mind attacks]
This pretty much explained itself. Immediately Northern had seen it, he didn't think twice before adding it to the list of his exceptional items.
If he had this then he definitely wouldn't have been victimized by the madness of the rift.
The last one was the one he loved the most.
Name: [Soul Taker]
Type: Weapon
Order: [I]
Description: [The souls of the fallen cries, they will stop at no point until nothing is left]
Weapon Abilities: [Soul Taker]
Soul Taker: [This obsidian blade deals ignore slashing resistance and deals soul damage]
There was only one reason why Northern loved this weapon the moment he saw it, only one reason he added it to the least of exceptional.
'I won't be using this until dire situation…' His gaze shifted into the cave and drifted back.
Then the list of items which were passable were also there, this were not to great of weapons and mostly consisted of utility items.
For example:
Northern opened his hand, shimmering of shards appeared and merged, forming a orb of light that floated in his hand.
10m around him was immediately illuminated by light.
There was another wooden flute that when played made the player sleepy.
Northern at first classified it as useless, since it was a practically impossible item. If the user is bound to get sleepy while playing it and dozes off, then the tune stops and he jacks back awake.
He didn't see it working at first but then he remembered he has a clone. For times when insomnia will strike hard without pity, he classified it as useful.
There was also a covered cup that no matter how much water is poured, it can never be filled.
Then like ten junks of items, he just couldn't wait to get rid of from his soul.
Like a feather that made one laugh irresistibly, a stone that can never hit its mark, a broken sword.
Sadly, not much was in the information that hinted him towards the situation of the rift.
He sighed and closed the floating panel.
Now, he was filling more tired than ever before. He stood up and dragged himself forward with the floating light orb in his hand.
Now that he had a source of light. Sleeping with a monster in the same cave can be a little bit bearable.