[Sold for 2999 High Grade Spirit Stones.]
Mortals tried to chase it, eyes red, teeth clenched, but in the end the hand cannon was snatched by Empress Janis of Blessedgrove Fortunecrest.
She planned to gift it to their Summit Saintess, a gesture that would look like piety from the outside and control from the inside.
Behind her mask, she grinned wildly. In her mind she was already holding the stone tube, already hearing the crack, already watching the scoundrels who had once dragged their eyes over her back learn what shame cost.
One blast, and the world would remember manners.
Her gaze slid to Eldric on the stage, and something in her tightened. She could not forget what he had called her.
"Young lady," she murmured.
A simple phrase. A small thing. Yet it had followed her into meditation and ruined her sleep.
It made no sense, which made it worse. Her intuition kept scratching at it, insisting there were secrets behind this old ancestor.
