He moved on to the next item...
They were also suspended in mid air. Just a little bit above his eye level.
The next one...well is quite surprising.
As Zeras couldn't help but mutter the words.
"Is it buy one and get another one for free or what."
He had a raised brow as he really doubted, the enigmatic being would be that generous...even to his heir.
If so...why go through all these stress to put up these trials just to lengthen the time Saint chalres would use to get the rewards set in stone for him...
Suspended just right above his head is a grotesque mask...and he couldn't really see anything special about this except for an uncontrollable rage...this rage seems to be trying to tear apart the surrounding space...
Perhaps if it isn't sealed...it might actually do just that.
And beside this grotesque mark is a blade. Well more appropriately... A sword.
A sword that emits a dark, foreboding aura.
