Quest Rewards (4)

First of all, sorry for the delay. This chapter was supposed to come out a lot earlier, but something happened that, honestly, is so ridiculous it makes my skin crawl.

I’m Brazilian—I’ve mentioned that a few times before—and here in my country they decided to pass a law that basically restricts and censors the internet. “Felca Law,” for anyone curious. The short version is that it bans anyone under 18 from accessing 18+ content, which, in theory, is obvious and, honestly, whatever.

In practice, though, around 70% of websites here had to implement CPF (like a Social Security Number in the U.S., SNILS in Russia, or a Resident Identity Card number in China, and so on) registration and facial scanning to estimate your age using AI—for everyone who logs in. I’m not even going to get into how stupid that is or the potential for data leaks, it’s just… unbelievably dumb!

This caused so much trouble and screwed over part of the company I work at so badly that the dev team had to work overtime—myself included. That’s why I barely had any time to write.

And the worst part is that the facial recognition is so garbage that people are already bypassing it using character creators from Skyrim, Baldur’s Gate, and similar games. I even saw someone bypass it with an AI video of a certain Austrian painter.

I saw someone bypass this shit with a keyboard cleaning brush!

Seriously, I’m pissed.

Anyway, I’ve rambled enough. Have a good night, everyone, and enjoy the chapter!

(P)(A)(T)/CalleumArtori.

[...]---[...]

Part of me was already exhausted just thinking about what the information uncovered by that item actually meant—and how many problems it represented for the future.

Another part of me was happy to have gained yet another offensive item in the “Light Purple” tier.

I decided to simply ignore both and stored the Blood Thorn in my inventory.

I didn’t even test it, tempting as it was. Something that crystallized blood wasn’t something I was going to experiment with without proper precautions—certainly not with other people nearby.

“We didn’t find anything,” I said, dropping back into the chair and massaging my only eye.

“Find what?” Millia asked. In this case, she genuinely didn’t know.

“Exactly!”

Millia let out a small giggle. Jinn patted her head twice, then glanced at me from the corner of her eye with a slightly worried look, as if I might snap at any moment.

Woman of little faith…

I wasn’t going to snap. If that were going to happen, it would’ve happened a long time ago. At this point, I was used to it.

I’ll ask Alalia later if she knows of any place on the planet that’s a sea of blood and corpses—or a colossal flower made of crimson crystal.

Probably not, given the kind of nightmarish mind game this world seemed to be playing with her.

It was as if Alalia was playing a game without knowing the rules; the paper they were supposedly written on was torn, pissed on, and smeared with shit. And when she finally tried to read it, the rules were written in a language she didn’t know—and to top it all off, they were fake.

I honestly felt a bit sorry for her…

With the discovery that one of the planet’s oceans was likely nothing more than a massive spawning ground, I returned to the rewards.

The next one I checked was the Zombie Merman’s drop: the Chum Caster.

I almost celebrated when the smell of rot and blood flooded the room again.

The Chum Caster was a fishing rod. What set it apart from normal ones was that it was made of flesh, bones, and scales from some kind of grotesque, blood-soaked sea creature.

It attracted more fish while fishing and was sturdy enough to hook monsters. I tossed it into the Voidbag. No need to worry about finding a fishing rod anymore if I ever decided to fish.

Which I probably would. Fishing was nice—I’d enjoyed it the three times I’d had the chance.

The next reward was the Blood Rain Bow, obtained for helping kill the Wandering Eye Fish.

The Blood Rain Bow was a pleasant surprise. It wasn’t some bizarre abomination, nor an item loaded with information that made my head hurt, much less something born from the deaths of billions.

It was just a bow, made from scales and remnants of a sea monster, crafted by an ancient “Angler.” The guy had built it for fishing—more specifically, for hunting flying fish.

The item consumed blood and scraps of flesh—preferably fish, worms, and insects—and fired high-velocity arrows made of blood.

He used those arrows to kill fish, and the blood staining the water attracted even more prey.

There was one curious detail: the bow could fire arrows from anywhere blood was present—something even the Angler who created it never fully understood.

For example, if there was a pool of blood on the ground and I drew the bowstring while wishing for an arrow to form from it, the blood would shape itself into an arrow and shoot in the direction the bow was aimed.

On a battlefield, that would be absolute hell…

I stored the item in my inventory with the rest.

With that reward session finished, I finally moved on to the last two sessions—and the ones I was most anxious to see.

Or almost. At least one of them felt like it would only make my headache worse.

Between the Secondary Objective (1) session and Secondary Objective (6), I chose the first and left the one with the damn Chalice of the Blood God for last.

In order, the first things I pulled out were the Greater Healing Potions. They were like regular potions, but bigger—literally. Twice the size and width.

They had a different recipe, involving items and rituals I didn’t even bother reading in full. Unlike the others, I couldn’t even begin to craft them.

Without testing them, I already knew they were vastly more potent than the two lower tiers.

I stored them in the Voidbag, under “potions and consumables.”

The next two items I pulled from the rewards were the Eye of ‘The Moon’ Trophy and the Eye of ‘The Moon’ Relic.

Both were similar to their Deerclops counterparts. The Eye of ‘The Moon’ Trophy was a framed wooden trophy with one of the teeth from the second form of ‘The Eye’ mounted at its center.

It was basically just furniture, despite containing a tooth from that thing.

As for the Eye of ‘The Moon’ Relic, it had the exact same description as the Deerclops Relic—only the name and defeated boss were different:

-//-

[‘Eye of The Moon’ Relic]

Type: FurnitureRarity: Fiery Red

Use: A trophy, a reward for defeating a being recognized as a boss.

Description: A statuette made of pure energy and fused with gold, a cosmetic item representing “The Streamer’s” victory against the ‘Eye of The Moon’.

Note: Can be placed in what “The Streamer” calls a “Spiritual Realm”.

[..]

~ If the world had a difficulty, it would be something beyond ‘Master’ ~

-//-

The relic itself was different, of course. It was a miniature version of ‘The Eye,’ made of gold, floating above a golden pedestal.

I tossed both items into my inventory, right next to their Deerclops equivalents. I’d place them in a trophy room later—well, once I had one—or in the Spiritual Realm. I wasn’t sure yet.

Then I moved on to the next item.

The moment the Teardrop Cleaver emerged from the reward screen, something happened.

I heard a familiar sound.

‘Drip… drop…’

“Devas? Are you okay…?”

Sigh… What a pain…

I deactivated Transparent World.

I ignored Jinn’s question for the moment as I unfused myself from the chair and the floor—literally.

I flexed my fingers, pulling them free from the chair’s armrests, where they had sunk in from my grip.

Metal creaked along with the joints in my hands and arms, stiff and strained from how tightly I’d tensed my muscles.

I pulled my feet out of the floor of the Proto-A. I’d have to fix that later…

When I went to open my mouth to respond, I realized my teeth were stuck together. I’d clenched my jaw so hard that my upper and lower teeth had cracked, fused, and merged into a single plate.

I forced my mouth open. A series of small cracking sounds echoed, followed by a loud snap as my upper teeth separated from the lower.

Ignoring the taste of iron, I spat the fragments of teeth and blood into the Voidbag.

Once I was sure I’d fully regenerated, I spoke:

“…I am,” I finally replied. “Just had a small PTSD episode, nothing serious. I had to restrain myself not to tear the Proto-A in half by accident.”

My first instinct when I heard that cursed sound was to go nuclear. The air around me had already filled with orange mist.

I was a second away from grabbing Jinn and Millia before detonating everything in the direction of that sound of falling tears and going to rescue the others.

I took a few moments to relax my muscles and breathe normally. When I felt calm enough—and the orange reflection in my right eye faded from the powered-down monitor in front of me—I let out a long, exhausted sigh.

Funny how my headache had disappeared.

“Did you…” I moistened my lips. “Hear anything? A sound like tears falling?”

Jinn slowly shook her head. Millia’s answer was the same, while the nameless fox kept sleeping.

The (CHAT)’s response was mixed.

Most said they hadn’t heard anything, while a small portion—specifically those using Hyper Reality 4D in Shared Senses mode—had heard the same thing I did.

After all, they shared the same senses as I did.

Even those using Hyper Reality 4D in Shared Existence mode hadn’t heard anything.

That thing had transmitted that cursed sound only to me—somehow, and for some reason…

I stood up from the chair and turned around, looking at the Teardrop Cleaver.

The item was looking back at me.

The Teardrop Cleaver wasn’t exactly a cleaver. It was more like an aberrant fusion of a massive butcher’s cleaver, a machete, a serrated knife, and a broad sword.

It stood upright, with the tip of the blade resting against the floor without piercing the metal. Somehow, it was balanced, handle pointing upward.

It was huge—larger than the Haemorrhaxe. Nearly two and a half meters long, maybe a little less, with a base width of thirty to forty centimeters that gradually narrowed toward the tip.

The blade accounted for almost all of its size. At first glance, I might’ve said it was made of bone, but it looked more like fossilized flesh than anything else.

Its structure was irregular, full of veins and natural markings, as if the material had grown rather than been forged. It had to be about three centimeters thick.

The coloration shifted between dull gold, darkened brown, and dirty bluish bronze, with darker patches near the edge. It felt old.

I had the distinct impression I was looking at an elderly animal rather than an ancient weapon.

The blade existed only on one side and wavered slightly, almost like a “~”. The edge ran from base to tip. The opposite side was slightly thicker and featured wide, uneven serrations.

The handle, in stark contrast to the absurd size of the blade, was far too short—barely over twenty centimeters. Just enough for a firm two-handed grip, and even that was generous.

It was thick, rigid, and covered in a dark red material that felt rough. Some kind of flesh, if I had to guess—dry, maybe leather.

There was no real guard—just an irregular thickening at the base of the blade, seemingly there more to keep the user’s hand from slipping than for any real protection.

There were no Mystic Symbols or Runes anywhere on it.

And then there was that thing looking back at me…

At the base of the blade, just above where it met the handle, there was a large eye embedded directly into the weapon’s matter.

The eye was roughly the size of a melon and pierced straight through the blade. Its sclera was a dirty gray-white. The iris shifted between multiple colors—blue, green, brown, red—some barely perceptible.

“Your ‘sibling’ was a lot scarier than you, you know?” I joked mockingly as I approached the Teardrop Cleaver. “Well, maybe you were just as scary once. But now? You look pretty pathetic.”

I had to tilt my head up to meet the eye. “But that’s to be expected. That thing wasn’t all fucked up, diminished, and castrated like you are. You basically invented death twice, didn’t you?”

I recognized that eye instinctively. How could I not? I’d killed the ‘left’ one three days ago—of course I’d recognize the ‘right’.

But to be fair, it wasn’t really 'The Right Eye'. It was a much weaker, frailer version. It was already dead—even more dead than 'The Left Eye’ had been during the Blood Moon fight.

What remained was a pale imitation. It had no malevolent presence, no “weight” just from existing like 'The Left Eye’ carried, not even the conceptual authority over right eyes that 'The Left Eye’ held over left ones.

'The Right Eye' was now just a dead fragment of a dead fragment of something profoundly dead.

The eye literally rolled within the blade at my words. Two tears slipped from it, running down the blade’s matter before vanishing.

And yet, they still made that damned sound:

‘Drip… drop…’

The tears didn’t even touch the fucking floor—how the hell did they make that sound!?

I snorted, half amused, half exhausted, and let out a small laugh.

I raised my hand and grabbed the Teardrop Cleaver’s handle, using Analyze: Item on it before anyone could react to the revelation I’d just dropped.

-//-

[Teardrop Cleaver (Evolutive)]

Type: WeaponRarity: Light Purple (Evolutive)Prefix: Temporal Sadness

Damage: 1000 ~ ??? (Scales with the evolution of the sealed eye)Knockback: 5.5 (Average)Durability: 500,000,000 / 500,000,000 (Scales with the evolution of the sealed eye) (Slow regeneration over time)

[..]

Ability — Temporal Sadness:

The Teardrop Cleaver distorts the flow of time at the point of impact.

When the blade cuts a target, the wounded area enters a state of localized temporal slowdown. Regeneration, bleeding, and cellular reactions are all slowed.

Blood dripping from the wound falls abnormally slowly, resembling falling tears.

The temporal distortion is restricted to the affected area and does not stop time—only reduces its progression.

As temporal energy is absorbed, the eye embedded in the blade begins to cry. The tears are absorbed by the weapon itself.

Once absorbed, this energy can be used to temporarily accelerate the wielder’s temporal axis, allowing faster movement, reflexes, and actions relative to the surrounding world.

Over time, reality corrects the anomaly, restoring the normal flow of time as the World perceives the irregularity.

[..]

Ability — Ommetaphobia:

The eye embedded in the blade is capable of devouring other eyes.

When the Teardrop Cleaver comes into contact with eyes, eye-based creatures, or biological fragments classified as ocular organs, the sealed eye opens its pupil like a mouth and consumes them.

Each eye consumed permanently strengthens the weapon, increases base damage, improves temporal stability, and amplifies the intensity of temporal distortions.

Rare or conceptually significant eyes may unlock evolutionary stages and/or new abilities.

The process is irreversible. Consumed eyes cannot be recovered.

Eyes consumed: 327Special eyes consumed: 0

Note: The eye shows a preference for right eyes.

[..]

Description:

The Teardrop Cleaver was created from the dead body of the “Right Eye of the Moon,” defeated approximately seven thousand years ago by the Lihzahrdmen.

Despite being physically destroyed, the eye could not be permanently eliminated. Its remains continued to regenerate, and even after its entire body was completely destroyed, it would resurrect within the nearest right eye, making total eradication impossible.

Using ancient sealing rituals of the Lihzahrd people—passed down through generations of Shamans—the Witch Doctor of that era managed to seal the eye within the weapon.

The “weapon” was jointly created by the Witch Doctor and the Guide of that generation, using Living Wood from a branch of the World Tree, combining sealing techniques with conceptual anchoring.

Originally, it wasn’t even a weapon. It was merely a seal.

The Guide tore out his own right eye and forced the “Right Eye of the Moon” to reincarnate within it. The eye was then embedded directly into the blade and sealed to prevent full regeneration and independent manifestation.

The Teardrop Cleaver was carried by the Guide throughout his travels across the world, as he sought a definitive way to kill the eye.

Over the years, the eye within the weapon consumed the Living Wood of the World Tree; even so, it could not break free.

With time, even its attempts to escape began to fade, its nature changing—perhaps due to having been “reborn” using the Guide’s right eye, perhaps due to experiencing the memories of the Terrarians whose eyes the weapon consumed.

At some point, the “Right Eye of the Moon” stopped trying to escape and began to appreciate its coexistence with the Guide, no longer wishing to return to “The Moon” and instead developing its own personality and new life.

In the end, the Guide and the eye could almost be called friends.

[..]

~ Makes your enemies cry… ~

-//-

I let out a low hum as I read the item’s status. Another offensive Light Purple item — that was good. Well… partly.

My eyes drifted to the name of the second ability.

Ommetaphobia… the fear of eyes. How ironic for the ability to have that name.

The ability names were the same too… I thought they might be different, but I guess it made sense, considering it was the same ability.

I felt a strange mix of emotions. On one hand, I was happy to acquire such an item. Both abilities were extremely useful; it was a good weapon, with solid damage, and the description gave me some valuable information.

On the other hand, it was literally the right eye of that abomination…

Even if the description implied the eye had turned over a new leaf, that didn’t change the fact that it came from that thing’s body.

I swung the Teardrop Cleaver through the air a few times. It was completely unbalanced; the handle was too short and the weapon’s balance was absolute garbage.

Which, in a way, made sense. The description said it wasn’t originally a weapon.

Most likely, the Witch Doctor or the Guide of that generation had simply ripped a branch off the World Tree without caring about its shape.

And there was also the fact that this thing had a massive eye attached to it. Or rather, it was all eye flesh now, since it had consumed the World Tree’s Living Wood.

Even sealed, castrated, and domesticated, I could feel that this thing didn’t like me. Which was expected, considering all the “passives” I had that made pretty much anything related to the Moon hate my guts.

Not to mention the fact that I had killed its “sibling” — and I was certain it could feel that.

The hostility, in this case, made perfect sense.

And it was mutual: it didn’t like me for what I was, and I didn’t like it for what it was. Fair enough.

I stopped swinging and brought the blade up in front of my face, staring directly into the eye embedded at its base.

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t need to. I just stared.

I stared into the depths of the eye’s black pupil, unblinking, without looking away. The cleaver’s eye did the same. I could feel its gaze probing mine, peering into my eye in the same way.

Careful when staring into the abyss…

I saw the reflection of orange light mirrored on the retina of the eye staring back at me. Something inside my right eye smiled.

…because sometimes, something stares back.

The eye in the cleaver twitched. Its massive pupil shrank down to the thinness of a pencil line. I could see it, feel it — almost taste it — the fear, terror, and horror radiating from that gaze.

The eye slammed shut so fast its eyelids made a faint, audible snap as they met.

An amused laugh slipped from my lips.

“I see you understand. You’re smarter than the last ‘Eye of the Moon’ I ran into. You’ll live longer than him if you keep this up,” I praised gently.

I knocked twice against the blade with the first knuckles of my middle and index fingers. The sound was dry. “This is the start of a good partnership, I’m sure.”

I didn’t wait for a response. I doubt I would’ve gotten one anyway. I tossed the Teardrop Cleaver into the Voidbag.

Just like Shadowflame, the eye embedded in the Teardrop Cleaver could still move inside it. I could see its pupil shifting beneath the eyelid.

Still, it remained shut, as if it was afraid to even look at what surrounded it.

I couldn’t help but laugh again.

“So that… was the ‘Right Eye,’ the same way ‘The Eye’ was the ‘Left Eye,’ wasn’t it?” Jinn asked slowly, as if unsure. “And you… terrified it?”

“Me?” I pointed at myself. “Nah. I just had a conversation with the thing. I think we’re going to be friends from today on.”

“I didn’t hear a single word of that conversation.”

“An ocular conversation. You wouldn’t understand.” I sat back down, the smile still on my face.

I swapped out the broken chair for a new one just before my ass touched the metal. I’d deal with the floor later.

Honestly, I don’t think I hated that eye all that much. My mood had improved considerably thanks to it.

[AdvocateOfGenderEquality]You’re terrifying...

I glanced at the message floating in front of me.

“I appreciate the compliment.” I completely ignored the 'that wasn’t a compliment' message that followed.

I gave Millia two light pats on the “head,” but didn’t take her back. I left the little princess with Jinn, since the next rewards might carry some level of danger.

I moved on to the penultimate reward: the Treasure Bag, before someone — Jinn — could ask the thousand questions I knew she had. The look in her eyes reminded me a bit too much of a coroner about to open a body.

The Treasure Bag from 'The Eye' was the same size as Deerclops’s. It had a similar coloration too — a dirty grayish white.

The only difference was the trim on the fabric: this one had a large eye, while Deerclops’s had a deer’s head.

When I pulled the cord on the Treasure Bag, several items spilled out. All of them appeared on the panel in front of the chair I was sitting in.

In order, I picked up the simplest and least problematic items first. The first was a small box filled with gold coins. According to the label, there were ten thousand gold coins.

Money was always good — especially now that I could convert it. I tossed it into my inventory, where I kept my currency.

The second item was 'The Eye of The Moon' Mask. It was a mask of the second phase of 'The Eye.' Made of some kind of resin, it was purely cosmetic — nothing impressive, dangerous, or useful, aside from being well crafted.

I dropped it into the Voidbag.

The third and fourth items were where things started to get complicated. Both were sealed silver boxes, covered in Runes and Mystic Symbols — each containing two disasters.

The first was labeled: Crimtane Ore (66x)

The second read: Crimson Seeds (3x)

I briefly felt the urge to burn both boxes. But I restrained myself. Both items were far too useful, and the first one in particular even came with a tutorial on how to forge it properly.

As for the Crimson Seeds, theoretically I could use them to obtain a wide variety of items related to that disgusting biome. That would be extremely useful for gathering materials.

The problem was planting them without completely screwing over everything around them.

I’ll talk to Alalia later. Her reaction to the seeds should be funny…

I stored both items in the deepest, darkest recesses of the Voidbag. That was a problem for future me.

I was a little curious about the absence of anything related to the purple biome. It existed in this world; Alalia had confirmed that. But it seemed the stream didn’t want to give me anything related to it for some reason.

Probably because the Moon thing’s parts were tied to the Crimson, so I got items related to that instead.

Finally, I picked up the fifth and last item: a shield.

It was roughly the size of a normal shield — at least, I thought so. About ninety centimeters in diameter.

The edges were blood-red, lined with small, inert tentacles — optic nerves, in this case. From the edges toward the center, the red faded quickly into a dirty grayish white.

At the center was an open mouth. The same mouth that had bitten me three days ago, infected my body with the “void,” and forced my left eye to commit suicide to avoid being corrupted.

I didn’t hesitate to pick up the shield. Of all the items, I knew this one was the most harmless.

I had killed what it once was. There was nothing left there. The evil presence was gone; it no longer carried that “weight,” no longer distorted space-time just by existing.

No essence. No mind. Nothing.

I used Analyze: Item:

-//-

[Shield of the Eye of the Moon (Pseudo-Evolutive)]

Type: Shield / AccessoryRarity: RainbowPrefix: None

Damage: 962 ~ ??? (Scales as the shield consumes eyes)Defense: 2874 ~ ??? (Scales as the shield consumes eyes)Knockback: 9 (Very Strong)Durability: 500,000,000 / 500,000,000 (Scales as the shield consumes eyes) (Regenerates slowly over time)

[..]

Ability — Distance Wasn’t Important:

When the shield is activated, the space immediately surrounding the bearer undergoes localized distortion.

During activation, the distance traveled by the bearer is compressed.One step may equal ten, a hundred, or a thousand. In the end, distance doesn’t matter.

Movement occurs as a direct impulse, with the surrounding space temporarily folded to shorten displacement.

The displacement is linear and does not allow changes in direction.Physical obstacles still block movement.The effect lasts only fractions of a second at a time.Space returns to its normal state immediately after use.

The bearer still physically traverses the distorted space.

[..]

Ability — Ommetaphobia (Dead):

Even without consciousness, essence, or presence, the sealed eye reacts to other eyes.

When the shield comes into contact with eyes, eye-based creatures, or isolated ocular structures, the dead flesh attempts to absorb them.

The absorption is instinctive and limited.

Each eye consumed permanently strengthens the shield, increases base damage, improves spatial stability, and amplifies the intensity of spatial distortions.

Rare or conceptually significant eyes have a small chance of unlocking evolutionary stages and/or new abilities. This effect is drastically reduced due to the item being dead.

The process is irreversible. Consumed eyes cannot be recovered.

Eyes consumed: 0Special eyes consumed: 0

Note: the shield has a preference for left eyes.

[..]

Ability — Foreign Flesh:

The Shield of the Eye of the Moon cannot evolve independently.

Because it is composed solely of rotten, dead flesh, the item requires a host to sustain any potential growth.

When bound to a bearer, the shield uses the host’s body as a biological anchor.

Once bonded, the shield obeys the host’s will completely, becoming capable of shrinking, growing, and altering its shape to a limited degree.

The shield uses part of the host’s vitality to maintain structural stability and enable evolution.

Evolution depends on the host’s biological compatibility. The form that evolution takes depends on the host’s abilities and biological compatibility.

If forcibly separated from its host, the shield will attempt to return at all costs.

If the shield is destroyed, as long as a single strand of flesh remains connected to the host, it will regenerate completely.

[..]

Description:

A shield made from the dead flesh—without presence or essence—of the Left Eye of the Moon.

Killed by The Streamer during the Blood Moon, the shield represents a unique historical moment:

The Night That God Blinked.

[..]

~ The Moon, The Eye, The Human… ~

-//-

I slowly turned the shield in my hands.

It had good damage, a ridiculously high defense, and the abilities weren’t bad either.

I hadn’t expected the Foreign Flesh ability, but the rest was pretty much what I had anticipated.

Killing 'The Eye' the way I did had nerfed the item a bit, but I was still satisfied. Especially with the mobility ability.

Space with the shield, and time with the cleaver.

A good pair.

I didn’t hesitate. There was no need to. As much as I still hated ‘The Eye,’ I had killed it. Just like I would use its body to make more items, this shield was nothing more than that — another item. If it had to bind itself to me to grow stronger, so be it.

I squeezed the edge of the shield, accepting it as my host. It was instinctive—so much so that it didn’t even require the stream as a mediator.

The flesh of the shield pulsed, trembled, shrank, and then spilled outward.

It began to melt in my hand, forming something like a glove. The mouth closed, and its coloration shifted to perfectly match my skin tone.

The way Foreign Flesh worked was strange. I couldn’t mold the shield into just any shape; it was fairly limited. Probably because the thing was dead.

I felt that I could change its color, just as I could choose where on the “glove” the mouth would appear.

After a few quick tests, I used Foreign Flesh to transform the shield into a black cloth bracelet around my right wrist.

I looked at the bracelet as a mouth opened on it.

Looks like I’m really going to have to start collecting eyes now...

... After all, I had three mouths to feed.

[...]---[...]

Well, these two items, along with the Terragrim and the Chalice, are the main items from this reward batch. Of course, there are other very good, useful, and cool items, but these are the main ones by a large margin.

That said, I personally like the fox the most...

There isn’t much else to say here. These are items with strong abilities, and some have great potential for Devas to improvise some kind of disaster — as usual.

Good night, everyone, and enjoy the read!