Aelorin and his companions journeyed through the vast wilderness toward the Kingdom. The eerie silence of the land seemed to honor his unspoken command, pressing an unbreakable quiet on their movements. Only the faint crunch of leaves and occasional distant howl of some creature pierced the stillness. Aelorin's focus was entirely on the object in his hand—the Tyrant's large, hand-large core. It felt heavier than it looked, pulsating faintly with a dark, enigmatic energy that seemed to coil through his fingers. Its mere presence was intoxicating, the kind of power that made one want to stare deeper, despite the looming danger it held.
Every few minutes, he'd try to tap into his Insight skill, hoping to unlock whatever secrets lay inside. Each time, a familiar message flashed in his vision:
{Insight analyzing Beast core}
