Dying Struggles Are Meaningless

As everyone gazed up at the miracle, Ian was busy "looking for teeth all over the ground"—no, looking for fragments of the shattered Eye of Ra.

"That's a crystallization of the Sun God's essence!" Ian muttered as he searched. "Even shattered, it's priceless! Maybe it can be used to brew legendary Potions or make top-tier magical items."

As a Prince, his sensitivity to rare magical materials was practically innate. Besides, he remembered why he had come to this era in the first place: at the instruction of the ancient Titan Claire, he had come here to seek fragments of the Eye of Ra and bring them back to Claire for other purposes.

"Aha! Found one!" Ian excitedly picked up a golden fragment the size of a fingernail from a pile of rubble. The fragment grew faintly warm in his hand, radiating pure solar energy.

He carefully stored the fragment in a specially made lead box—this material was best at preventing magical energy from leaking away. Then he continued searching for the next piece.

Ian Prince had no time to spare for the sacred spectacle unfolding in the sky. His full attention was fixed on the faintly glimmering fragments scattered across the ground. After the Eye of Ra exploded, countless pieces containing the Sun God's primordial power had flown in every direction, like golden stars strewn across this ravaged land.

"One over here. There's another one over there!"

Ian muttered to himself, his eyes sweeping every corner with the sharpness of a hawk. Carefully avoiding the still-wriggling remains of the evil god, he focused on gathering those priceless fragments.

It was not just because of Claire's request. As a Prince, his instinctive craving for rare magical materials nearly overwhelmed everything else. These fragments were not merely crystallized solar divinity; they were