Once he put on the robe, faint starlight shimmered across it, lending him an air of regal elegance.
Romon looked at himself in the bronze mirror and curled his lips. The young man reflected within smiled too.
He turned around and examined himself again, then let out a breath. "The quality and effects of this robe are excellent. It's just a little too eye-catching."
A closer look revealed that the stars were actually gemstones adorning the robe, thirty of them in all. They had been placed with exquisite skill, each in just the right spot, making the wearer seem to stand amid the stars.
Altogether, it looked magnificent and noble, truly a treasure worthy of the Royal Palace.
This Druid Robe must be worth at least ten thousand gold coins. Even if I saved someone, even if you discovered my identity, surely there was no need to give me such an expensive gift?
Romon considered it. He was no fool, and in an instant he grasped the key. Was it for that sea dragon, or something else?
I'd better go take a look. Just how powerful is that Spiny Sea Dragon? With that thought, Romon pushed open the door and called out. Lightning swooped down.
Romon leaped onto Lightning and swiftly flew away.
Meanwhile, in a dark place underground...
An eight-legged spider scurried nimbly along a passage. Suddenly, it smelled fresh flesh and blood in the air. Its attention immediately caught, it needed little thought before rapidly moving its eight legs and crawling toward the food.
Upon reaching the spot, it witnessed a bloody slaughter.
The slaughter was nearing its end. A group of Orcs fought desperately, but arrows and spells kept tearing through their bodies, splashing blood across the stalagmites and rock walls.
The spider felt a shiver of