Nyx landed gracefully on the crafting table, her skeletal wings ruffling as she settled.
A faint, eerie glow radiated from the top rune of her skull, flowing like liquid light across her body until it gathered at the edges of her wings.
Then, with a soft crack and a quiet plop, the tip of her wingbone dropped onto the table.
"There." She gestured to the small fragment, her voice steady yet distant. "That's a piece of [Nyx's Bone]. You can use it as an added material to craft a weapon or armor—only one though."
Horizon eyed the bone, its edges shimmering with a strange iridescence. He had heard of rare materials before, but nothing like this.
"Can you produce more?" he asked, though his tone was cautious.
