While the shroom finished up with the purification process, Lucius inspected the needles that he had gotten from the lizard beings. They seemed to have been the appendages of an animal, as he could see tiny bits of flesh still stuck to the blunt ends.
The needles had an odd color, if he was asked to describe it perhaps obsidian purple. They were a little longer than him, making them the perfect length for a spear. And they felt glassy cold to the touch, making him wonder exactly what material they were composed of.
He carefully picked one out and inspected its tip. Its sharpness was beyond compare, well at least compared to anything Lucius had ever seen. And though it had groves around its shaft, it was surprisingly smooth, as if the groves themselves did not add any friction whatsoever.
