The glow from the Juggernaut's broken chest didn't fade. Instead, it pulsed brighter, like a heartbeat trapped in steel. Noel crouched carefully, Revenant Fang still in hand, and picked the shard up. The moment his fingers closed around it, a cold weight pressed into his palm, and a familiar interface flickered across his vision.
[Item Identified]
Name: The Key
Type: Artifact – Relic
Grade: Unique
Description: Forged within Elarin's sanctuaries, The Key was not gifted or inherited. It was created for command. Those who bear it are recognized as rightful masters of the sanctuary's guardians.
A faint shiver ran through him as the shard resonated with his mana, linking itself to him.
All around, the ambient hum of machinery shifted. The faint glow in the eyes of broken automatons dimmed completely, and those still kneeling in the shadows powered down, motionless once more.
