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The horn was enormous.
Viewed from outside the secret room, even the visible portion was enough to block most of the doorway, making it impossible to see the other items inside.
Of course, that was not the most important part.
The most important part was that the instant Arthur saw the horn, his [Spirituality] stirred, showing him a-
Great Dragon!
A crimson Great Dragon soared through the sky!
Its scales gleamed like molten lava!
When it raised its head, all living beings quailed before it.
When it lowered its head, its breath poured forth.
Flames and wails.
Scorching heat and death.
It had once been the anthem of an age, and the very symbol of that age. It had been active in the Golden Age, long before the human Empire emerged.
Its descendants revered it as the "Wings of Blazing Flame."
The people of that age called it the "Calamity of Flame."
During the war between Great Dragons and elves, it had single-handedly held back wave after wave of attacks from the "high elves," buying precious time for the "Elder Council" the Great Dragons held on Dragon Island.
Even though...
It was gravely wounded!
A party consisting of a dual-blade dark elf, a warhammer-wielding dwarf, a cunning gnome, and a treacherous human had ambushed it.
Its blood had flooded Delsat Fortress.
The treacherous human had even broken off its horn with a spear.
It had fled Delsat Fortress, wailing.
It would return.
It wanted revenge.
Now-
Its chance had come!
Arthur had not even touched the Great Dragon Horn, yet he had already sensed all this. The young South Los Medium could not help exclaiming in admiration.
"The Einhaas Family's collection really does amaze me."
There was not a trace of exaggeration in that praise.
Arthur was completely sincere,