"Once more, my luck triumphs," Aaron muttered, a wide, satisfied grin spreading across his face.
He opened his palm, and the Absolute Key materialized instantly in a swirl of nightfire and shadow.
The ancient artifact gleamed with otherworldly power, its surface etched with runes that seemed to shift and breathe on their own.
Then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the key dissolved into liquid darkness and sank straight into his skin.
It settled there like a living tattoo, pulsing once against the back of his hand before vanishing completely beneath the surface.
A flood of crystal-clear information rushed into Aaron's mind—every rule, every ability, every hidden secret of the Infinitum Tower.
The knowledge settled deep, merging seamlessly with his Nameless soul.
"So that's how it works, huh?" Aaron said, his smile sharpening with quiet excitement.
He wasted no time.
"First, I'll place it within the sanctuary," he thought, already moving with decisive speed.
