As Abel wrapped the snake ego belt on his waist, he looked at the golden treasure box again. It seemed like there was still something inside. He quickly stepped up and have a look again. There was an ordinary-looking rock dropped at the corner.
A rock? Abel picked up the rock, and there was a familiar looking rune on it. It was Tir!
Abel was a little shaky; this could be a real rune. Not a rune sign, but a real rune. It was the reflection of the Dark World's high intelligence, the highest mystery.
Abel placed the rune inside his Horadric cube feeling slightly in disbelief. Its attributes were clearly reflected.
Tir
Gain mana every time an enemy is killed.
Of course, Abel already knew this, but in his heart, he also clearly knew there was something different. It was like the Horadric cube didn't even recognize the thing when he put it inside.
