"I should raid a hidden dungeon next. That's where the truly rare materials are… and where I'll grow stronger. Strong enough to handle this power I've created."
The chamber, which had felt so momentous, now seemed confining, the air too heavy with the scent of his own ambition. Kael Vi-rel picked up the sealed box, its unassuming weight a stark contrast to its terrifying potential, and tucked it carefully into the deepest, most secure slot of his inventory, securing it behind multiple protective locks.
Dusting himself off, he strode toward the dungeon exit, his steps sure and steady.
"Well then," he murmured, his voice light but his gaze burning with a fire that could reshape the world, "let's head out."
For the first time in a long, long while, Kael Vi-rel didn't feel like just another pawn surviving in a world of predetermined rules. He felt like the one shaping it.
A few hours later.
"Haa…"
