The dazzling shine flashed over in an instant.
The gloomy dagger was crushed to bits, just like its attribute, [Hatred]. When hatred dissipated, everything turned into dust.
When the wielder got rid of hatred for life, all that was left behind was happiness.
The happiness on Kieran’s face was real and overflowing when he saw Frostrill’s body drop a faintly purple glowing Skill Book.
Although the Special Rank Skill Book belonged to an unknown category and might not even be useful to him, according to Kieran’s understanding, it had to be anything but weak.
If anyone thought it was weak, they must not have been able to find a proper way to utilize it. Plus, if a Skill Book came from someone like Frostrill, how weak could it really be?
Before Kieran was lost in his delight, he did not forget what he had to do next.
He pulled the pin of the last grenade he had brought to the dungeon and threw it at the men who were about to move towards the bronze coffin.
