When Locke held the Fire-Element Authority Gem, he felt as though he had become a spirit of flame, filled with boundless energy.
Fire burst from his hand. The flames writhed like snakes and leaped through the air, but Locke kept the power stored inside the gem under precise control.
"The fire-element power inside this gem is immense."
Locke made his assessment.
"Indeed. If an ordinary person held it and, by sheer chance, resonated with the power inside, they might gain the ability to wield it. But that would take an extraordinary coincidence. Otherwise, the gem's energy would burn them to death. It has ten thousand points of Magic Pressure."
A trace of shock appeared in Witch Zoe's eyes.
She knew the gem's specifications, but until now, she had only read about it.
She stared in disbelief at the gem in Locke's hand. It was no magic artifact, bore no enchantments, and was made entirely of natural material. The ruby was only the size of a baby's fist, yet its Magic Pressure rivaled that of a small world—a Second-Ring Wizard's level of power. Whoever obtained it could even draw on the flames hidden within. It was almost impossible to believe.
Locke examined the gem, puzzled.
"Normally, even if Magic Pressure condenses into an object of extremely high energy density, gaining control of it shouldn't let someone wield its energy this perfectly. Usually, it would be more like a bomb or a battery. An individual wouldn't be able to draw on its power so freely."
"But this property..."
"It doesn't seem to have arisen naturally."
Locke had no evidence and knew little about gemology, but looking at the gem gave him an intuition: it might be connected to the gods' path of power. Power Gems might not be products of nature at