My thoughts raced as I recognized the object of their conflict: the 'Pomellus' Pendant,' a powerful accessory I had written down in my novel for the antagonist to wear. 'How did it end up here? Has someone already found it?' In my novel, it was meant to be a game-changer for the antagonist, amplifying their schemes to world-shattering levels.
That pendant was hidden in one of the hidden dungeons where Edge coincidentally stumbled upon it during one of his "adventuring" escapades, obtaining the pendant as a reluctant heirloom before stashing it away. Or so the plot went. Now, it dangled in a Rogue's grasp, far from its intended vault.
The pendant could double up your abilities—physical and magical strength surging like a mana overdose, turning a skilled fighter into a demigod mid-battle—but it came with a price, the amplification drained the wearer's life force with every use, aging them prematurely, hollowing out their essence until they crumbled to dust mid-victory. '
