Seraphine picked up stone after stone, examining each one with careful attention, but frustration was building behind her excited expression. The stones were beautiful, pulsing with power she could feel but not understand. The runes were decorative patterns for all the information they provided her.
I have no way to tell what any of these do, she realized, setting down a crimson stone that radiated warmth. Without knowing their effects, I can't even begin to choose.
It was not like the times when the system showed the information of skills or techniques, which was only possible when you were the one who earned the item inside the dungeon in one way or another.
