Inspiration from the Players

The Philosopher's Scepter's fawning cry fell silent.

Everyone present was startled, their pupils contracting sharply.

My Lord?

This scepter had called the master of the Withered Finger from the giant skeleton's memories its lord?

The master of the Withered Finger, who could cripple the sun with a single finger and corrupt the Dusk Kindling with a single fingerprint, was its master?!

Turbulent waves rose in everyone's hearts.

The Storyteller instinctively felt the scepter in his hand turn cold and ominous, as though it would swallow him whole the next moment.

But at that moment, Yuanfang reached out and firmly grasped the scepter's handle, his tone calm and steady.

"Continue."

"There's also the fingerprint."

Yuanfang's composed voice dispelled the fear and unease in the Storyteller's heart. He calmed down and carefully put away the scepter.

Soon afterward, the two arrived near the fingerprint. Though Born of Death and Life could not be killed, it was still easy enough for the group to deal with. They merely had to be careful to protect the Philosopher's Scepter.

And when faced with the fingerprint, the Philosopher's Scepter gave another evaluation packed with information.

"Existence and death both seem to rest upon a single thought of Yours... great My Lord..."

The Philosopher's Scepter lavished it with praise, like a Zealous Believer who had witnessed the splendor of a god.

After confirming that it had nothing else to say, the five did not linger. They swiftly retreated to the anchored Box in the House and, only after confirming the surroundings were safe, began discussing matters.

"What do you all think?" The Storyteller let out a breath, wanting to hear the others' opinions.

The information provided by the Philosopher's Scepter this time was simply too much. His mind was a little muddled for the moment.

"Perhaps this