Hajin kept his fingers hovering above the tray while another private prompt slid in beneath the first notice.
[ Notice | Activate Divine Eyes to inspect the Goddess's resonance ]
'Oh, sure, now you want to chat, right in front of His Majesty's royal rust pile.'
Atheron stopped beside the aisle where the flaming sword still burned beyond the shelves of battlefield remnants.
"The Flame of Astaria is still available," he said, tipping two fingers toward the blade without returning to its warded case.
"Star-forged during the Second Crusade, three fire rubies in the hilt, and an edge our chronicles credit with cutting wyvern scales."
Hajin glanced at the flame, then dragged his attention back to the tray beneath his working hand.
"Gorgeous, really, and everybody on the battlefield could find the idiot carrying it from three hills away."
"You're worried about being noticed?" Atheron's laugh slipped out above the collar of his cloak. "After that carpet?"
