Darius rubbed his chin and decided on something. "The two of you, use my brain as the main processor for the de-encryption. I have an idea."
Solena seemed hesitant to do so, but eventually caved in. Darius closed his eyes as he felt a weight fall on his brain, his mental activity spiking until it reached the maximum.
It felt like hundreds of ants were running up and down his scalp, but instead of ants, it was just information running up and down too fast that it could actually be felt.
Darius focused on his titles, especially the Desert King one. He bypasses the aspect that allowed him to control the sands as it was useless here on Pokterr, rather focusing on the aspect that made him a Pseudo-True Lord.
After all, he had imbibed the Origin Essence for them, only that it was concentrated into his title. Now that he was trying to focus on it, he gained the characteristics of a True Lord, only within his mind though.
