The amount of Fortune that had forged that Gift was astonishing, so there was a good chance it would become a treasure of great worth.
"Maybe, if I am lucky, it will be a new armor."
Cain could not help but entertain that hope. His Necro-Skin had been invaluable over the past few years, saving his life on more than one occasion. However, after reaching the second level of the Doomsday Star, it had ceased to be useful to him. That was precisely why he had handed it over to Leonidas.
Of course, this Gift was not meant for him.
Only after Anark's Samsara Seal completed its enhancement would they be able to see what lay within the golden orb.
The True Primordial of the Void screamed with all the strength of his lungs as the pain ravaged him. The torment seemed endless, tearing through his flesh, mind, and soul, until at last it subsided. When it did, every inch of Anark's body was covered by a runic set so flawless and perfect that it hardly seemed real.
