Sylas looked down at the disk.
Maybe calling it a disk was a bit of an understatement. It was more like a circular cookie cut out of an ancient tree stump, or a hockey puck.
It was almost thick beyond reason, just shy of tall enough to be called a pillar, but thick enough that simply calling it a disk felt wrong.
The item itself, though, was completely blank. There were no patterns, no beautiful etchings, and hardly any aura at all, for that matter. If not for the explanation that came along with it, one would think that it was just yet another ore. A prettier ore than what the Evolved Metarock was, but an ore nonetheless. However…
The description…
Sylas' eyes narrowed.
