A faint glow came out from the box, the temperature in the car plummeted, even Cook's breath turned white.
A bluish-white crystal the size of an index finger was embedded in the middle of the box.
Around the crystal were mythical inscriptions, glowing with the crystal's faint pulsating glow. It seemed like the box with the mythical inscriptions was a container for the crystal.
Cook wore a leather glove and carefully took the crystal out of the box, he carefully moved it closer to Kieran.
In that short process, a layer of frost formed over the thick leather glove.
"This is a sign of my good faith, I hope that you like it," Cook humbly said.
Kieran didn't simply take the crystal. He had to make sure the crystal and the box were safe through [Mystical Knowledge] and his Intuition before he truly accepted it.
[Name: Ice Remnant]
[Type: Relic]
[Rarity: Above Rare]
[Attack: None]
[Defense: None]
