The Fallen Prince Who Tended Sheep

Rhaegar froze for a moment. Two objects appeared out of thin air in his hand.

One was a water-blue eyeball, with an amber vertical pupil at its center. It was about the size of an adult's fist.

Rhaegar examined Naga's Tears first. It felt cold and slick to the touch, and left a thin layer of frost on his palm.

The second object was an irregular, pitch-black stone. Its smooth surface rose and fell slightly, as if something inside were breathing.

"Nightfall... Night Spirit..."

Rhaegar murmured to himself and raised the stone above his head to study it.

Both were epic relics, each with its own peculiar properties.

He brought up the System panel and checked the prompts for the relics he had received.

1. "The tears of the last sea dragon, Naga. The Drowned God stripped it of its blood, and it yearns to be filled to the brim."

2. "A bloodthirsty object. Hatches insect eggs."

The two prompts corresponded to the two relics.

A flash of insight crossed Rhaegar's mind. He pondered it, as if he had understood something.

He rose and gently set Helaena and Baelor down, then picked up "Nightfall" from the ground and headed for the beach.

"Roar..."

Dreamfyre quietly opened her vertical pupils, watching the silver-haired figure walk away step by step.

Ulagas lay on the other side, lazily swishing his thick tail as he slept and snored like an old man.

At the edge of the beach.

Rhaegar walked over beneath the moonlight and casually tossed the water-blue [Naga's Tears] into the sea.

Splash!

Ripples spread across the water as a wave rose, then a whirlpool suddenly spun up, as if a pump beneath the surface were drawing water in with tremendous force.

"Heh. Just as I thought."

Rhaegar smiled faintly, confirming his