"…I think this was one of my first attempts at creating cosmic artifacts. How many million years ago was this again? Anyway, it's bullshit."
He then tossed it back on the floor and walked away, leaving behind his dumbfounded grandson.
'That thing can kill a high-tier deity if they aren't careful, and he calls it trash?!'
"Stop gawking at that failed product and come over here."
Creusery only sighed with light exasperation as joined up with the rest and followed the Vestige, passing by the lone jet-black blade with dark red lines running through it like veins that was stabbed onto a pedestal.
Seeing the sword, Diablo's lips twisted into a slight frown. Even though he could see he was not compatible with Null, he would be lying if he said he didn't want to at least get Lostvayne for himself.
Even if he had a Rule Breaker of his own, Lostvayne was on a totally different level from his own.
"Don't even think about it."
"Huh?"
