“Tool of The Resurrected,” she breathed mysteriously, squinting up at me in the darkness. I doubted she would recognise me in this light with my hood pulled up and the moon at my back. It wasn’t like the Queens’ inner circle tended to travel out this way before dawn. “He ate from that very utensil; his essence imbues it with the power of the unknown. It is said that any who possess such a thing will themselves be shielded from the eyes of death and so prosper during battle.” I frowned, noticing the little card which sat above the fork. ‘Genuine item blessed by Darius Acrux’.
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