At the business end of the javelin, the ice tapered into a menacingly sharp point, clearly designed for effortless penetration through both armor and flesh. A constant frosty mist seemed to emanate from the weapon, leaving a chilling, ethereal trail in its wake.
In the hands of a skilled wielder, the frost javelin was not only a weapon but also a work of artistry, capturing the captivating yet perilous essence of the icy elements from which it originated.
"I guess it is only natural that the weapon would be of an ice type… Regardless, I would rather use skills that can level up than this effect," Bruce thought when he grabbed the javelin. "At least it will increase my magic attacks a bit."
Given its mystical rarity rank, the frost javelin outshone all of Bruce's other gear in terms of its potency and utility. Realizing its immense value, Bruce decided to keep it close, aware of the significant advantages it could offer in future battles.
