The air in the conference hall was heavy with anticipation.
The flickering light of the lanterns illuminated the intricate carvings engraved on the obsidian walls, casting eerie shadows that danced like spirits in the dark.
Lucius stood at the head of the table, his imposing figure shrouded in the aura of command. Before him, arranged meticulously, were the fruits of his relentless work: racks of Cursed Weapons.
Each weapon gleamed with malevolent energy, their varying designs reflecting the essence of their creator. The simpler ones—blades, maces, and bows—held Curses designed for efficiency in mass combat.
Among them were more potent pieces, forged with precision for greater destruction.
And then there were the unique ones, a hundred in total, each with a singular purpose and a devastating edge.
