Flaxseed accepted the emerald badge with trembling fingers, and tears he had sworn off years ago slid helplessly down his cheeks.
"Y-Yes... It's the ancestral talisman," he choked out.
The three of them scoured Venom Palace, unearthing troves of magical items looted during the massacre. Most pieces bore the Flaxseed clan's seal, and Flaxseed gathered each one as though handling rare treasures.
Jared looked past the dissipating toxic mist outside the broken windows.
"Next, we visit the Holy Light Sect," he said, voice sharp as frost. "None who joined that purge will escape..."
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