Sael looked at Northern in intense disbelief.
'I just created it.'
'I just created it.'
'I just created it.'
'...'
The words continued to echo in his mind, impossible and real all at once.
'I just created it. I just created it.'
No one. Absolutely no one could "just" create a Heroic rank item.
And yet...
He gazed at Northern, searching for some hint of deception, some sign of exaggeration. There was none. No need for Northern to lie to him—what would be the point? Which meant Sael had to come to terms with an absurd reality: Northern could apparently create a Heroic rank item in, what, seven minutes?
'Seven minutes.'
Northern, observing the shaken Sage, narrowed his brows with something that might have been concern.
"Do you find it to your dissatisfaction?"
His tone was measured, almost clinical.
"If you give your reviews about it, I'm sure I can fix it. I tried to use the exact structure of your Brown Moon Bow."
