Adam's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words. His brain recollected some details and compiled new information from this new knowledge.
'I was right. These bastards stole it!'
Rising Valor was the masterpiece of the old sage. It was the essence of his magical engineering expertise. He was resentful at first but soon realised that the mortals are inherently programmed to be so. Thus he spent centuries in isolation, without ever being able to exit the gazebo, in hope of the return of the missing fragment of his soul. He knew that none could be trusted so he waited, he waited in anticipation and a sliver of reassurance as if his heart knew that someone will help him.
And these bastards had the casket with them the whole time!
The very thought of the casket put under lock and key ignited the fuse.
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"Frenzy" activated.
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