"Brat, that token is strange, did you not notice?" Vermilion Demon Lord suddenly growled.
"Strange? How?" Jared frowned, pulling the token back out.
Cold as before, the single "Nether" character glimmered, yet he saw nothing odd.
"Hmph!" Vermilion Demon Lord snorted. "Your spiritual sense is still shallow. There's an illusion over the token's surface. If it were ordinary, why would even my fragment of a soul feel a tremor of dread?"
Jared's expression tightened. He turned the token over and over, but no clue revealed itself.
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