This counted as an early Rank-S pull, the ticket had landed exactly on the fortieth draw. A truly great pull, courtesy of yet another female elite subordinate that evening.
Maybe it really had to be the women who handled the pulls? Best to keep Karian and Edrik far away from them.
Atlas quickly cleared the eight normal pulls, then let Lyrasa open the rest.
She touched the purple ticket, and at once it began to tremble, radiating a crimson aura that flared wildly through the area. All eyes turned toward it, stunned. No way, another character already?
The light twisted and condensed until a form emerged. Long, heavy, and glinting with dark red steel. A greatsword.
[You have received Rank-A weapon: (Epic-grade) Dragonfang Cleaver]
Atlas smiled faintly as he regarded the weapon. Around him, the others looked visibly disappointed.
"That's for me, haha!" Karian shouted from the crowd.
Atlas picked up the greatsword and tossed it toward Karian where he stood by the stage.
