The Drawn Door

The chain hammer was a masterwork. According to Rose, when the precious liquid dripped next time, the chain hammer would be the weapon they strengthened.

However, Angel merely glanced at the chain hammer before focusing all his attention on the stone stalactite at its tip.

The stalactite resembled the others in the underground palace, like an upside-down mountain, pure white as a jade shoot.

Judging by its appearance alone, Angel found nothing special about it. Nor did he sense any energy fluctuations. After observing it for quite some time and finding nothing, light flashed beneath his feet, and he flew into the air for a closer look.

Whether through the perception of his spirit-force tentacles or close inspection with his naked eye, he found nothing. He even touched it with his hand, but it felt like nothing more than ordinary stone.

"Are you sure that kind of stalactite liquid drips here?" Angel looked at Rose skeptically.

Rose nodded. "My lord wizard, Tavier's Muraashil's Fury transformed ten years ago, and I witnessed it myself."

Rose carefully described what had happened then.

At the time, the knight's sword had still been an ordinary knight's sword, without such an embarrassingly melodramatic name. Yet even then, its appearance had already made it an artistic treasure. Based on records left by the previous king of Shannon, Rose calculated the timing and spent more than half a month in the underground palace before finally witnessing the knight's sword's transformation.

That night, without warning, Rose felt a scorching gust blowing from the stalactite. Looking up, he saw a drop of liquid glowing fiery red forming at the tip of the stalactite, which was usually dry.

The liquid radiated intense heat, and Rose immediately guessed that it was a drop of fire-element precious liquid.

So he began pondering