Dried Persimmon.
It was actually the White Snake God's dried heart sac, an organ that housed a sacred soul... Combined with keywords like Valley of Falling and White Snake God's Cave, Gu Mo naturally recalled some vague fragments of memory and basically confirmed what it was.
For a moment, his expression became rather subtle.
Still, this counted as a good start. The first random reward was quite decent. Perhaps it would suit White Viper... It was just that, looking at the shriveled, persimmon-like heart sac, Gu Mo could not connect something of that size and shape with the White Snake God no matter how he tried.
After all, in the world of Sekiro, that enormous white serpent had been incomparably huge. Its head alone was like a sturdy crouching ox, while its winding body appeared amidst mountain ranges and perilous peaks, its head visible but its tail nowhere to be seen. It was practically like an elevated bridge spanning north to south, linking one mountain to another...
That was why he really could not associate the "Dried Persimmon" before him with such a colossal creature, much less imagine that it was the heart and lungs of that super monster.
"White Viper can use it..."
Muttering that, he reached out and gently picked up the "Dried Persimmon" offered upon the platform. He examined it carefully in his hand. The feel was somewhat strange, but it did not have the soft, sticky texture of rotten fruit that he had expected, nor did it have any particularly obvious odor.
Only when he sniffed it closely could he detect an exceedingly faint trace of blood scent. Yet it was not fishy or foul; instead, it carried a uniquely mellow aroma.
It was like the rich fragrance emitted by fine wine buried away and fermented