"So, is this how the crystals on your hand came about?"
Back to the present, Luluwo curiously examined Fingerley's arm, where the gathered crystals looked somewhat stylish, like an arm guard.
However, the number of these crystal clusters seemed much larger than what Fingerley had initially described.
Fingerley waved his hand, sighing helplessly:
"Initially, the crystals that first started growing were only about the size of a finger, and besides being somewhat painful and occasionally losing strength, they didn't affect my body much."
At this point, his face darkened, his eyes filled with sorrow and grief.
"Who would have known that every time that Brass Horn sounded and ended, the crystals on my body would grow even more!"
The Brass Horn's existence was not just to disrupt a person's thoughts with magic sound and switch between black and white worlds; it was a death sentence for adventurers.
